After the cathedral (and lunch), the three of us went to the Museo de El Greco, which we thought was the artist’s original house in Toledo. Once we got there (and paid for it), we found out the museum wasn’t El Greco’s house at all. Far from it. The rich guy who financed the museum, a Don Benigno de la Vega-Inclan y Flaquer, purchased a group of buildings in Toledo in the Jewish quarter and believed El Greco’s house to be among them. Turns out El Greco’s house was across the street or somewhere close by…

Regardless, Don Benigno didn’t let that stop him from financing the museum. It seems the house is supposed to evoke 17th century Spain, so visitors can get a taste of what El Greco’s house might have looked like. There are panels on the walls that you can chronologically follow and learn more about El Greco’s life and his paintings. However, it seemed most of the paintings in the museum were painted by El Greco’s students. I don’t know, we weren’t that impressed by it. It’s fine that it wasn’t El Greco’s actual house. However, it would have been nice to see more El Greco paintings. I’ll be honest when I say I don’t really care about the paintings of El Greco’s students.

While the Museo de El Greco was a rip off, the gardens were really pretty and reminded me so much of Andalucia style gardens. Here are some pictures from the inside of the museum:

     

   

   

And the gardens of the fake El Greco house:

   

   

We then wandered over to the Sinagoga de El Transito, one of two synagogues in Toledo. We picked this one because it was right next door to the Museo de El Greco.

Once the Jews were kicked out of Toledo in 1492 and the synagogue was then converted into a church. It also has a museum about Sephardic Jews.

   

I also visited Santa Maria la Blanca, the other synagogue, last year when I visited Toledo with my parents:

   

We then walked over to the San Martin bridge, a bridge dating from the Medieval Ages (first built in the late 1300s) to admire the scenery along the Tagus River.

    

   

By this point, we were exhausted and roasting under the Spanish sun. It was super hot that day. Spain has a dry heat. Honestly, if it’s over 95 degrees outside, I can’t really tell the difference even if there is no humidity.

And that was my “walk down memory lane” in Toledo! Up next: a visit to the royal palace in La Granja de San Ildefonso.