ABSTRACT
There is no pain in life, they say in Granada, so cruel as to be blind inAlhambra. When the Arabs of the desert conquered Spain, they said that they had reached heaven. From the ramparts of the Alhambra, sitting on a spur of the Sierra Nevada, look out and you see a paradise created by nature; look in and you see a paradise created by man. Those who reduce romance from the story of Alhambra make themselves poorer; memory is more fertile than arid fact.
