Mr. Selfish and I only had one evening in Cordoba. We just walked around and admired the sights. It is a lovely city, and we wished that we had more time there.
In fact, the streets were quite nice. And by that, I mean free of dog feces. Mr. Selfish and I got quite used to watching every step we took because, well, the Europeans are not known for picking up after their dogs. But in Cordoba, there was apparently an effort to do so. It was a relief!
The Selfish Years 