|The monument to Cristobal Colon|
and Queen Isabella commemorating
the discovery of the Americas. Sevilla
was the major port city for ships
coming from the Americas.
Surely there would be something in Sevilla to write home about.....and there is. Of course there are many tapas and wine bars, at least a dozen on the short street where my hotel is located. In the evening, they open up and the air becomes redolent with the odors of frying potatoes, fish on a grill, and roasting meats. So far, the tapas have been phenomenal and much cheaper than in Madrid. And the the ice cream, too, is superb.
Yesterday, I met an American woman named Dianna, staying in an apartment next to the hotel with her little boy Lucca. Last night the three of us went to a Flamenco dance concert. It was amazing. For the entire month of September, there is a biannual Flamenco competition here, with performances all over town. This one was just up the street in a small venue with a wooden platform in the center for the dancers and three chairs for the musicians. An intimate and wonderful exhibition of their athletic and artistic prowess. Lucca stayed up way past his bedtime and was entranced by the incredible footwork of the male dancer. So was I. His feet went so fast, he appeared to float across the stage to staccato music.
|Homemade ice cream displayed to passing|
tourists. Made fresh daily with local ingredients.
Meanwhile, I have not been going to all the museums but have been content to walk around and just see this lovely city with it's tall palm trees, well maintained parks, beautiful public art, landmarks such as the Torre del Oro, and scoundrels with one scam after another to rake over the tourists. I'm awfully embarassed to admit that I got taken in a palm-reading scenario, but the next time a woman grabbed my hand and tried to tell me about my grandchildren and super long life, I said that her sort had already robbed me, and yanked my hand back. Sigh. Live and learn.
|Riding Bikes is big in Sevilla. The red fender bikes|
are part of a club you can join, then using a card,
you take a bike for a spin, and return it to any of many
bike stations around town.
|An "Indian" street performer, floating|
above the sidewalk.
|Fountain and statue at Plaza de Jerez.|
|Lots of horse drawn carriages|
|Most of the narrow streets around|
the Cathedral are devoted to upscale
stores and walking customers.
|Flying Buttress on the Cathedral|
|More public art with fountains.|