Ronda and Old Ronda
In ancient days, where mountains rise, Ronda stood beneath the skies. Romans came with roads and might, Built their bridges, strong and bright.
Through the ages, Ronda grew, Moorish arches, a stunning view. Minarets and gardens green, Echoes of a time serene.
Napoleon’s troops once marched through, In the hills, resistance grew. Bandits roamed, with hearts so bold, Stories of their deeds retold.
Hemingway, with pen in hand, Wrote of Ronda’s rugged land. Bullfights fierce, and tales of war, In his words, the town’s folklore.
Now a gem of history, Ronda’s charm for all to see. UNESCO’s list, a rightful place, A heritage of timeless grace.