Altea

Lost in time. The narrow cobbled streets of Altea in the province of Alicante, Spain.

We all have our preconceived notions of Spain. The mention of it conjures up various images. Sunshine and sangria, beaches and bullfighting. Even civil war. For me, my first thought is of whitewashed villages with cobbled streets and wrought iron balconies.

Altea is just such an example. The warren of narrow streets are an endless discovery. In the summer, they provide welcome shade. In the winter, they offer shelter from the winds coming in from the sea. The old town today is a tourist magnet. Its streets and squares populated with cafés and souvenir shops.

But when I walk around this ancient place, I imagine the merchants and fishermen. Hauling goods, fish and nets to and from the harbour. And I think it would be reasonable to assume that these streets also witnessed their fair share of upheaval as Spain transitioned through Roman, Muslim and Christian rule. Needless to say, its elevated position means it has views over the Mediterranean for those who simply want to take a deep breath and spend a minute smiling to themselves in quiet contemplation.

The quintessentially Spanish terracotta rooftops of Altea.

The religious architecture testifies to the influences of the various cultures that prevailed over the centuries.

Tip: Visit in the off peak season. We visited in February. This will enable you to soak up the atmosphere and appreciate the authenticity of this historical gem. If you go in July or August, it will just be like any other overcrowded tourist attraction, swarming with overheated, malodorous, irate mobs.

The youtubers tend to exaggerate when talking about the steepness of the climb. Anyone with an average fitness level can walk from the coast to the square at the top of the old town in less than 30 minutes. Sensible shoes recommended.