Emmanuel imagined Journal Bibescos
Cold Morning rose that day of the month of February 1901. Cloudy and cold. Swiss Hotel Rooms were comfortable but not very large. Not in vain was probably the best hotel I could suck in the whole city. After Breakfast gets back to the room to pick up the camera and other belongings. Mi hermano Antoine, looking out the window, Hizo me a gesture, inviting me to bring me. We watched the bustle of the street, peculiar types that she wandered. It was then when I prepared my Kodak and realized the first picture of the day. In the background, Church of the Company and a little further, the closing of the church of Santa Victoria.
Island, Pierre and Ker-Xavier should be as eager in the hotel lobby, so hastily and went down to the square called Canalejas. The square was not very large. Actually in our brief journey from the station to the hotel we saw large squares or streets barely wide. The city still kept its medieval street pattern and apparent disorder streams.
This was the route we took to get to the Mosque, conducive to getting lost on more than one occasion, tortuous and labyrinthine. After crossing the street from Paradise Plaza we Sagasta, and from this and through Clock, Ambrosio de Morales and the Marquis del Villar streets to the Plaza de Jerónimo Páez, where an ancient palace currently hosts several Académie Polytechnique.
And hence, and after a short break I took to take some pictures, continue the expedition across other lanes of old flavor, whitewashed. Finally, down the street they call spotted the wonderful rectangle Incarnation of the Mosque. The prints and photographs we knew of this great monument not do justice to its wonderful reality. The Patio de los Naranjos I found the Garden of Eden. At last I understood why there was another larger square in the city. Córdoba was concentrated around its symbol. We went inside the temple and went looking arch to arch, column at the vastness of its interior… and the damage caused by the Catholic faith for centuries. Too bad my camera did not have sufficient sensitivity to these interior spaces, dim lighting and intimate.
Visiting the Mosque was something that did not leave none of us indifferent. Edouard afternoon in less than five minutes to articulate word since it Sali enclosure. He looked crestfallen, thoughtful. Pierre kept exclaiming qualifiers: Wonderful ¡! Wonderful ¡!
We decided to go to the river, cross the bridge and see the city from the panoramic one could see a whole. The image offered by the old city seemed to have stopped in time.
A hypothetical journey of the Nabis on their walk through Córdoba