Cordoba's light and Ronda's glow

Córdoba was a mandatory stop in our train trek through Spain. Besides Córdoba's history being as old  and important as it gets (after all, Séneca was a Cordobese), I had my mind set into doing many things in Cordoba: I wanted to stand in Plaza del Potro, a place mentioned in Don Quixote; I wanted to walk through the Calleja del Pañuelo, a street so narrow that it is the width of a handkerchief; I wanted to see the iconic and endless arches of the Mosque-Cathedral; I wanted to see flowers galore in a patio Cordobes; and I wanted to try rabo de toro (oxtail stew) from a El Caballo Rojo, a place with a great reputation cooking this dish. And tried it I did! I am salivating just now, remembering the flavor and the texture. 

Córdoba also offered me a gateway to see Ronda, one of the white hill towns of Andalucia. Let me see if I can convey the charm of Ronda by saying that if cities were toys, Ronda would be a dollhouse. The view of Puente Nuevo alone should encourage any pilgrimage here. So, follow my steps (or any other steps) that would take you to these two gems.