Fort Mandan (LSD 21) - Naval Cruise Book

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GRANADA Sailors photographed sailors in the shutter- bug scramble to capture the beauty of the hills of Granada and the Alhambra palace. The Moorish architecture of the Alham- bra was breath-taking, as witnessed by this shot of one of the many courts there. 1 21 M m s . mm- 3 We encountered several Spanish gypsies in Granada who peddled castanets, told for- tunes, and asked for American cigarettes. In the Cathedral of Granada are the embellished tombs of King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella, who backed Christ- opher Columbus.

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MALAGA, SPAIN He awakes at morning in a foreign land, he draws his breath in labor in the wool-soft air of Europe: the wool-gray air is all about him like a living substance ... Although the bull sometimes wins, he is more often the loser in the Spanish National sport of bullfight- ing. This Toro was one of the largest ever killed in Malaga. THOMAS WOLFE ' Twas in a little Spanish town that we first breathed the wool soft air of Europe. We anchored at Malaga and went ashore for our first liberty since departing Little Creek, and for three days built ou r castles in Spain. We missed the bullfight by two days, but took in the simple, picturesque landscape, the wine, and the senoritas. For some of us, the glories of Granada lived again as we marveled at the beauty and magnificence of the Alhambra, the pastoral calm of the olive orchards, the snow-capped Sierra Nevadas, and the colorful display of wandering gypsies. Malaga itself was a resort town, small but scenic. To the rear of the town, the mountains of Malaga stretched up and blended into blue sky and white clouds. Before it lay the expanse of the Mediterranean Sea. At night we rode in horse-drawn carriages, frequented wine cellers, chatted with Spanish people, and simply walked, absorbing all anew ex- perience had to offer. When we pulled into town the picturesque boulevards in Malaga were lined not only with trees, but with sailors too. The old Cathedral of Malaga, graced with a fountain at th e main entrance, provided a source of beauty. The Spanish carbinarri and traffic policemen are frequent sights around the square, and through- out town.

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CANNES This view was a familiar one — it was one of the first things we saw coming up into Cannes from Fleet Landing. Cannes has many beautiful parks with trees, flowers, statues and structures such as this one. Men pass, but France is eternal. HENRI -HONORE ' GIRAUD After a hurried review of our parlez-vous and oui, oui, we arrived at Cannes, France for a full week of life on the fabled French Riviera. We were all remorseful that we were a bit early for bikini season, but we found conso- lation elsewhere. The trip covering the Riviera area had much to offer--Nice, Monaco and Monte Carlo (we missed Grace), and some can- did shots for our shutter bug friends. Some of us managed to get in a short excursion to the French Alps for sight-seeing and skiing. Others made the long haul to Paris and came back ex- claiming c ' est magnifique! We sampled the champagne, the cognac, the hospitality, the sights--and some of us even came to like that black, syrupy substance the French call coffee. In France we found beauty, culture, tradition, history, and gaiety. We found congeniality. We found modern architecture, and structures erected hundreds of years ago. We saw many aspects of France --some of us saw the big city, others the rural areas, others the resort areas. But most of us gathered up memories that will make France eternal for us. The Funel perfume factory produces many pleasant fra- grancies. Some of us were able to see how they are made in the factory. Cannes is now a modern resort area, but scenes such as this old church are reminiscent of the past. 10