There seems to be a long-held rivalry over which city is the most beautiful, Toledo or Cuenca. I have learnt to stay well clear of these disputes, especially if my kindly chauffeur happens to be a born-and-bred Toledan, and there’s no humanely dignified way of getting back home to Toledo on public transport.
Instead, I just enjoy the view…
Cuenca’s city walls are a natural granite formation
Eva posing for Maria. Precariously perched in the background on the left are the famous “hanging houses”, dating back to the 15th century.
Salt cod and roast garlic, all mashed up. (Mental note: Next time, cancel all subsequent social engagements…)