Plaze de Espana
Cathedral
Seville, the most Spanish of Spanish cities.
Where the Plaza de Espana shines in all its teracotta-coloured, blue-and-yellow glazed tile glory.
Where ceiling and gates of the imposing Cathedral de Sevilla are so intricately textured and coloured.
Where the people are all seemingly so drop-dead gorgeous. I swear, Eva Longoria or even Penelope Cruz would just look common here. And people, they were happy. When our plane landed in Seville from London, people clapped. While we walked around the ancient city (Seville tourists are mostly local Spaniards, we think), people were spontaneously breaking out into songs, danced the flamenco at the steps of the Plaza de Espana, laughed and chattered nonstop at the circus intervals. Seriously, what crisis????!!
Home of the ancient gardens of Jardines de Alcazar with its maze of shrubbery, ducks and peacocks.
Where the sun shines so bright and the River Guadalquivir sparkles back, with its rowers and kayakers.
Sevilla, magic.
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