Tortosa is a crumbling city on the River Ebro about twenty minutes inland whose renovation has been halted by the deep Spanish recession. Much of the architecture is heavy with moorish influences and sitting atop this decaying pile is an old monastery which has been converted into a parador.
I have stayed in this monastery twice with my husband as a treat from my basic existence inland. The dining room is gorgeous with its decorative pantile ceilings, and the food is not bad. The rooms, though perhaps due a little refreshing, are spacious and comfortable. Both times we lingered late into the night at the bar area, and both times our bill was shockingly low. We did not complain.
This photo was taken from our balcony at about 4.30am – it reminds me of Hitchcock’s “The Birds”. They hovered, and swooped upon the beautiful carcass of Tortosa.