After València I took an overnight train into Andalucía; to Granada and then further south to Ronda. I had been here over a decade ago for a day trip so I didn't remember it too well, but during the few days I spent there I fell in love with the place.

Ronda is dramatically-situated, looking out from the sheer edge of mountains across the region. Three bridges across the El Tajo canyon connect the old and new parts of town, the most famous being the Puente Nuevo.

When I arrived it was the evening before a public holiday, so I sat in the main square and watched people as they came out to meet friends, take a stroll and have a drink. Once the square had emptied I walked around the town center, ending up outside the Plaza de toros de Ronda, the oldest functioning bullfighting ring in Spain (and where Orson Welles had his ashes scattered).

Moorish influence is everywhere to see in Ronda. In the old part of town are the carefully preserved remains of the Baños Arabes (above), and close to that the Casa de Mondragón, probably the King's palace. Ronda also has a good number of museums; bullfigting, wine making and Bandoleros and the Museo Lara, a collection of ephemera, archaeology and torture instruments. The Museo Municipal details the history of the area from the earliest settlements and nomadic tribes, through Roman and Moorish occupation to modern day Spanish rule.