On our last day in Spain, we traveled to the beautiful old town of Tarazona. The town winds its way around a hill, and is thousands of years old. The buildings are a crazy mix of Roman ruins, Mudejar towers and Spanish plaster walls. Like so much of Spain, I felt like there were thousands of pictures around every corner. We spent about an hour climbing a million stairs to the top of the city, and then descended through the old Jewish quarter, abandoned long ago when the Jews were expelled and still shut up to this day. So without further ado, the town of Tarazona.
