The photos I've found just don't convey how scary high this town is. Will have to keep looking but #1 is our parador hotel, originally a 16th century convent and its attached church (now a modern art museum). #2 is the most famous hanging houses, which now host a restaurant (highly rated and closed both nights we were in Cuenca, unfortunately) and an abstract art museum. More on that art later.We loved photo #3 as representative of our entire trip--it's 10 p.m. in this nice restaurant and the Stackler*Williams family is alone. Yep, it's far too early to dine in Spain so we can act as goofy and silly as we'd like. As I recall, I ate some sort of venison-chicken stew that was so rich that I got up several times that night to pound Tums. And there was some rabbit and wine. The rest is swallowed up by the fear I felt crossing the swaying pedestrian bridge back to our hotel. Especially when two motor scooters (two teenagers on each) crossed right after us in what was clearly a well-practice but super-dangerous display that made my stomach leap into my mouth.
The next day was gorgeous. We were surprised by this 12th-century cathedral, Our Lady of Grace, which was supposedly the first gothic church in all of Spain. We hadn't expected much but this church is serious--no photos or video at all are allowed, there is a very lengthy english-language audio that comes with the entrance fee, and there are multiple chapels. We all knew this was our last cathedral and it was interesting and all but somehow it just overwhelmed us... Clearly our trip was coming to an end.
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