December is an excellent month to visit. It's warm enough to get by without even a sweater most of the time, but cool enough that climbing its fairly steep alley-like streets won't raise a sweat.
It's one of Andalucia's white towns and was named Prettiest Andalucian Village by the Spanish Tourist Board. There's a 'main' alley leading up, along which are craft shops, tiny groceries and signs in doorways to alert you that Frigiliana vino can be bought within. If you see one of these notices, take a little step out of the ordinary and knock on the door. The wine will probably be sold to you by an elderly couple or widow who speak only Spanish, in a recycled plastic or wine bottle (our latest purchase came bearing the label of whatever had been in it before), at about €3 per litre. It's rosy hued, very sweet and so makes a tasty dessert wine – as well as supporting the local economy.
Take any turn you like, so long as it goes up – and just about everywhere does. They aren't streets as such – more alleys wide enough for a donkey, though there aren't many of these around anymore. When you get thirsty or hungry, you'll find you're never more than a few doorways from a restaurant or cafe, all making the most of the views from their rooftops and terraces. The Mirador, as the name suggests, has possibly the best view and a big terrace at the top of the town. They use local ingredients with a modern twist, there's always something for vegetarians and the proprietor speaks excellent English. You can wind your way up any which way, or stay to the right-hand side of the village for the shortest route.
Keep on going up and you quickly leave the town below you, passing a few houses that make you feel both envy (what great views they have!) and sorrow (imagine having to lug your groceries up here!) for the occupants. Eventually, you will pass a little stable and think, 'Awww, how sweet.' However, a bit further on you come to a sign warning you of the donkeys. Take heed - they really will come for you if you get too close.
Alternatively, head southwest out of town and you'll get a nice view when you look back and, also, shortly come to a goat herd. Sometimes, if you're lucky, you'll see the goat herder and his three dogs leading them off to graze, which is a wonderful glimpse into a way of life most of us don't see much of. On our latest visit, we found the goats in their yard and got to see a kid being born without the slightest fuss. We also spotted one of the goat-herding dogs asleep amongst them. If you look carefully at the picture, you may see him too.