I should not have read the 8th volume of Washington Irwin’s Works before sitting down to jot the memories of my visit to Alhambra. The tome is dedicated to Alhambra and Irwin’s poetic prose, slightly dated but so detailed that reading it is akin to being there. While Irwin lived in Alhambra for many years, I was there just for a day. That handicap is reversed and equaled by the fact that he had a pen while I was equipped with a state of the art DSLR. He chose his words, I, angles and light.
So instead of failing to one up Irwin on his battleground, why don’t I use his very words and spruce it up with my pictures? All the text in the following paragraphs placed in quotes is being selectively picked from the 1880 edition printed by P. F. Collier & Sons from New York.
And such he starts …