From alcoves of a Christian or an Islamic nature around the three edges of the building, I constantly returned to the acres of striped arches that held up the roof and allowed for the central chapel.
The variety of arches was impressive. You can see the intermeshing of the imagery from the two different cultures.
And gravestones on walls and on the floors everywhere.
The ceilings were detailed. 
But I could never get enough of the striped arches. I don’t know how many but there would have been hundreds. 
I focused for a while on large heavy looking brass locks. Magnificent. 
The Stop Press news for the day has to be – the Virgin Mary is dead! Somebody finally stabbed her with their sword. I am relieved for her. It is all over. She doesn’t have to do anything anymore.
Then I wandered into elaborate rooms of gilt and marble objects. 
Found the remains of a fresco high on a wall.
The tiling colours and patterns were prominent.
