What better way to say good night – and goodbye – to Cordoba’s La Mezquita, than to pause, in the street, as her moonlit steeple reaches up into the night sky from above a jumble of houses, on a quiet back-street, and see this image.
La Mezquita in Cordoba, I wrote in a recent post, is a Christian cathedral emerging from the ribs of a Moorish mosque – and it is precisely this amalgam and emergence, this blending and superceding, that I find so infinitely absorbing and rewarding, such fertile soil for the kind of historical imagining and understanding that we need so badly in an age that seems, at least in its politics, so partisan and diminished, so limited and narrow.
In these images, Moorish arches frame and reveal Christian figures and motifs; different ages and tastes are overlaid; a place of worship becomes a human record.
And they interest me, these photographs, not merely as records, but as meditations of a sort. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.