The Christian chapel somewhat in the centre of the building was, predictably, excessive and over the top at every turn. Although, one of the altars was comparatively simple. 
As I walked closer to the exit, once again I focused on the arches, which seemed to disappear into the distance as if mirrored. A design miracle. 
I stepped out into the street back into a world of commercialism and tourism. A last look at the outside of the bell tower and part of the exterior wall. 
Inside I had been letting my camera do the seeing while I had been ‘feeling’ the place. Coming outside was a jolt and I found it difficult to see. I blinked a lot trying to make my eyes work. Chalk and cheese. The contrast could not be greater. From within that massive edifice dedicated to grand aspirations of an unworldly nature, back into narrow cobbled angled streets for the everyday. 
I found a rustic lunch bowl of overcooked vegetables. So salty. Nevertheless, I was desperate for greens and I ate it.
The Mesquita was a sensational place to experience. After yesterday’s visit to the bridge and the tower, I feel so very happy to have added Cordoba on my visit list. I had time to look at more today, but I returned to the hotel and slept (trying to take the advice of many). Unfortunately, nothing seems to dull the cough. As I type this post, the sun has almost set leaving an intense deep rich red glow above the horizon. A wonderful last moment. Tomorrow morning, I will leave for Seville.
