Ecija

Heading back west and south from Cordoba, we stopped at Ecija, "the frying pan of Spain," (it's hot in the summer) in the rolling sandy high hills, an old city of honey-combed alleys and a dozen old towers, on churches, palaces, residences, and so on. I wandered for a couple hours in the old city. [Major backing-up exercise, with crowd assistance, as we foolishly tried to drive into the old town...].

Look, kids, another bull!

Beautiful sunset a few miles east of Ecija, at an area de

servicios where we camped

Ecijo has a dozen or more towers, most

which are in a poor state, but still

enchanting

Of course, the birds are all over them

A particularly intricate one, not sans birds

Wandering aimlessly, I came across this

beautiful old building

Another tower, this one with birds' nest and

cacti growing out the top

They're starting to renovate some of the

towers

Map of the honey-comb

A fascinating round-about sculpture in modern Ecija; on

the Ruta Washington Irving, who traveled and wrote

about Andalucia in 1829 (it's now a heritage trail,

recognized by the Council of Europe)

But my top find in Ecija, at a wine store with

barrels, etc., was this plastic-bottled 2 liter/2

euro wonder from Extremadura, hints of port.

..not bad....