Girona

Time of visit. October 2025.

The city of Girona (also known as Gerona) is the province of Girona’s capital. Population, 106,000 (2024). It is located 60 miles northeast of Barcelona, which equates to 1 hour 20 minutes by car or just 40 minutes by high-speed train. The city has 2 main rivers; the Ter, which flows through the north of the city and the Onyar, which flows south to north. Girona’s strategic location, with France to the north and Barcelona to the south, accounts for its long and turbulent history, too detailed to recount here but if you’re interested, you can follow the link, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girona#History.

Girona. A city with grit, as well as a certain charm.

To be honest, as our bus pulled into the car park on the edge of town, my first glimpse of Girona left me underwhelmed. The eclectic mixture of architectural styles gave the impression of a place that had grown in fits and starts, with minimal thought given to continuity of profile. But I quickly reminded myself that this was no quaint village with a population of a couple of thousand souls. Today’s city is the sum of over 2,000 years of development, or to be more precise, turmoil, siege and conquest. Girona has seen no less than 25 sieges in its time. No wonder then, that what the visitor sees today is the result of buildings and structures built out of necessity for survival; the need to please future visitors with an attractive façade was not at the top of anyone’s list of priorities. Don’t get me wrong. Girona is home to some jaw dropping architecture and parts of the old town ooze character but in parts in seemed dark, almost ominous. Maybe some of my photos will translate my thoughts a bit more clearly.

Giant stone steps in unexpected places and dark archways punctuate the warren of narrow streets.

Brighter streets on the periphery. A girl in a red dress providing a striking contrast.

There is something intriguing about photographing strangers. Their anonymity creates mystery, despite just being ordinary people going about their daily business.

Climbing the steps through the almost oppressive atmosphere of the dark streets, something struck me. In autumn and winter, the sun sits lower in the sky and never reaches the narrow passages of Girona’s old town. There were reasons that towns were built in this way, the most obvious being defensive considerations. For example, a narrow street can’t accommodate attacking invaders on horseback. Having resolved some of my inner questions, we emerged into the sunny upper reaches of the old town and made our way up onto the city walls. Girona from this vantage point takes on a new persona. The spires of its cathedral and churches, the stone walls and tall, slender cypress trees swaying in the breeze give the city that romantic medieval look that appeals to the tourist in search of something inspiring. And to photographers in pursuit of a captivating shot!

A view from the city walls of the Catedral de Santa María.

The city walls provide a bird’s eye view of Girona but the climb can be challenging in parts.

Cyclists resting on the steps (90 in total) of Girona cathedral. The city is a favourite of cyclists and some famous proponents of the sport, such as Lance Armstrong, have lived there.

Crossing the river Onyar takes you to the flatter and more modern side of the city. The first thing you notice is the striking colours of the facade of the houses flanking the river. These are known as the ‘Onyar Houses’ and are synonymous with today’s Girona. The idea for the multicoloured scheme was devised by local artists Enric Ansesa and James J. Faixó. The palette of 29 colours represents the transition from the Franco dictatorship (which ended in 1975) to a brighter future. The restoration of the facades, including the addition of colour, was realised in 1982. One of the houses is known as Casa Maso, birthplace of the architect Rafael Masó í Valelentí.

The Onyar houses provide a colourful contrast to the rest of Girona. The vibrancy of the colours vary with the time of day and the position of the sun.

Crossing over one of several bridges took us to the most modern part of the city where the main attraction is the Plaza de la Independencia. The plaza is a porticoed square with a central monument dedicated to the defenders of the city during the sieges of 1808 and 1809 during the war for Spanish independence.

Plaza de la Independencia.

Girona is definitely worth a visit for a couple of hours but what you get out of it depends on what you are looking for. It is a working city with all the shops, businesses, offices etc. that you expect to find in any city. The historical architecture in the old town is impressive and the colourful houses standing on the banks of the Onyar are eye catching. If history is your thing, then you could probably spend days here. But there is an underlying feeling that you are in a place that has underinvested in catering for visitors. One small but important illustration of this is the lack of public toilets. We found only two and one of them was out of order. Yes, you can always go and buy a coffee and use the facilities while you’re there but it’s not an ideal solution. It may be that the city has prioritised expenditure elsewhere but there are definitely improvements to be made. I don’t want to end on a negative though. While we were slightly underwhelmed by Girona, it is important to consider the context. We visited 5 locations on this trip and places like Collioure, Pals and Cadaqués set a very high bar and left Girona in their shadow. Would I revisit? Probably not but glad I experienced it.

Morning People

It’s easy to feel that you have a personal connection to the sunrise. Even when you know it can be seen by everyone. And so, when we get up and go to a particular place to enjoy it and hopefully photograph it, I usually find myself with mixed emotions. I see other people (not many) with the same idea as me and feel resentment that they are crashing my party. My time with MY sunrise. On the other hand, I feel reassured that I am not alone in my appreciation of what is arguably the most precious part of the day.

Please meet some of the dawn fraternity…

I pulled into this deserted street near La Zenia beach just before sunrise. As I took the photo I couldn’t help but think the couple in the shot resented me. Probably because I was crashing their party. Their time with THEIR sunrise!

Some mornings disappoint because of cloud cover but the uncertainty is half the joy. After a dull start, my long suffering wife was rewarded with an inspiring sunrise at Playa Flamenca, Orihuela Costa.

This is probably one of my favourites. From a technical perspective, it’s nothing special but I think it has a cinematic feel. Something almost nostalgic about it. Playa Flamenca, Orihuela Costa.

The sun appearing about 10 minutes after sunrise on the coastal path at Cabo Roig. The first jogger of the day coming into shot.

A very cold morning at La Zenia, Orihuela Costa. Alone with her thoughts. This time of day is an opportunity in a frenetic world to find some quiet space.

A lone walker on La Zenia beach. Not many better ways to start the day. And depending on the time of year, this is the only time it is possible. In summer, the daytime temperatures and crowds make it a less enjoyable experience.

Partial reveal. That touch of magic when the rising sun slowly appears above the misty horizon at Playa Flamenca. The patience of the expectant watchers paying off.

There is never any interaction between the morning people, apart from the odd polite nod. A hesitancy exists among the multinational strangers. One unsure of the language spoken by the other. But as the sun rises in the sky and reaches an intensity that is impossible to look at, and as the morning people make their way to their various homes to get on with their days, they can be sure of one thing. They all share a common language. One that has no words. Rather, one that consists of a shared wonder and appreciation of the yellow star that sits at the centre of our solar system and the magic it performs every morning.

Altea

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.

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.