Cuenca – Where Stone Begins to Float

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Blue hour view from the former monastery of San Pablo across the bridge toward the old town.
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Cuenca

Cuenca is a city of quiet surprises.

Once the lively modern quarters are left behind, the road begins to climb. It winds upward in ever tighter curves until the old town appears, stretched along a narrow ridge. Space is scarce here, and necessity has shaped imagination. The result are the famous hanging houses, the Casas Colgadas, appearing to float freely above the valley depending on where one stands. Architecture becomes an act of balance.

 

Among these suspended structures lies a place of concentrated stillness: the Museo de Arte Abstracto Español. Set within the hanging houses themselves, it presents Spanish abstract art not as explanation, but as presence. Reduced forms, quiet tensions, and precise compositions seem to echo the courage of the architecture that shelters them. Art that does not insist — it leaves room.

At the heart of the old town, directly at the Plaza Mayor, rises the cathedral. Colored light passes through its stained-glass windows and slowly moves across columns, altars and figures. The light does not illuminate evenly; it selects, lingers, almost gestures — as if guiding the eye toward details that would otherwise remain unnoticed. Some sculptures seem to receive wings for a brief moment.

Across the valley stands the former monastery of San Pablo, today a Parador. Calm and restrained, it faces the old town across the void, connected by the slender San Pablo footbridge. Crossing it requires trust: the view drops away, and certainty becomes thin. Height has its own way of correcting human scale.

High above the city, several hundred meters higher, stands the Cristo del Amparo. The ascent follows a steep path marked by stations of the cross. From above, the figure looks down toward the modern city below — distance not as indifference, but as contemplation.

At night, Cuenca transforms once more. Walking through the narrow streets, one encounters reflective water surfaces — small fountains, damp stones, quiet puddles. Streetlights double themselves, and for a moment it becomes unclear which city is real: the one built of stone, or the one made of light.

A few streets further on, in the former Convento de las Carmelitas Descalzas, you find the Fundación Antonio Pérez. The building keeps its monastic quiet, while exhibitions of contemporary art, photography and object work provide a gentle counterpoint. Here again, Cuenca acts like a resonant chamber: history, present time, and personal perception overlap — without canceling one another out.

Beyond the city, where the valley opens, the landscape takes over. Sandstone formations rise quietly, shaped by time rather than intention. Cypress trees draw strict vertical lines between them, lending posture to the rock. Nature and order seem to have reached a silent agreement here.

Cuenca does not impress loudly. It carries.

Blue hour holds the bridge in suspension — a final thread between stone and silence.
Picture 1: Blue hour view from the former monastery of San Pablo across the bridge toward the old town.
Stone meets sky; the monastery remains above like a thought that stayed.
Picture 2: The bridge at blue hour, seen from the city, with the former monastery above.
At night, Cuenca doubles itself. Light descends — and does not rush back.
Bild 3: Reflecting fountains in Cuenca’s old town at night.
In blue hour, the houses begin to float. Not by will, but by permission of the rock.
Picture 4: The hanging houses during blue hour, suspended above the valley.
The hanging houses in sunlight, pierced by multiple rays.
Picture 5: Sunlight redraws the façades. Here, light becomes the architect.
The cathedral stands without urgency. Neither heavy nor light — simply present.
Picture 6: The cathedral of Cuenca at the Plaza Mayor.
Inside, light chooses its moments.
For one figure, it grants red wings.
Picture 7: Interior of the cathedral: light illuminating figures, one appearing with red wings.
A quiet geometry: Monastery, valley, mountain — and a small gesture toward the sky.
Picture 8: Panorama: monastery on the left, wide valley, and the mountain with the Cristo statue on the right.
Seen from below, scale dissolves. The gaze rises; doubt remains behind.
Picture 9: The Cristo del Amparo statue photographed from its base upward.
Sandstone formations in the valley near Cuenca.
A winding path through sandstone and cypress trees.
Bild 10: A winding path through sandstone and cypress trees.