Last night in Seville.
We’ve all crashed out so staying the apartment with Netflix so I’m on the hunt for a few croquette takeways.
Lovely, lovely place.
You wander. You have a little tapas. You enjoy the sun.
The food is smashing. Back street after back street of bars, tabernas and restauarnts. It would take a lifetime to sample them all. More locals than tourists this time of year.
No one rushing. No one pressing you for anything. All great cities have water, parks and open spaces and they have nailed it here.
The Metropol is amazing. The largest wooden structure in the world. A thing of beauty for everyone to enjoy.
Turn up late to everything. They have their own time here.
Half of Columbus is buried here. The other bit of him in the Dominican Republic. Big argument over who claims his final resting place. I think its right he a bit here and a bit there.
Not as Moorish as I thought. They have mixed it all together although Cadiz tomorrow should be different.
We knocked Cordoba on the head. Too much for the baby.
Insanely cheap considering the exchange rate. The bollocks going on back home (whichever side you voted) seems a mile away.
The city has been bankrupt twice. They built half of it in 1928 for a big expo and then paid the price when wall street saw it’s arse. Once they toppled Franco the first PM was from Seville and pumped in the cash in 82 for another expo. Again, couldn’t pay its bills.
That aside the public spaces are superb.
There’s a bar here that rivals Cambrinus in Bruge for my favourite spot. Beers from everwhere.
That’s my boy stressing over the 8% bottle of ‘Satan’ i took a look at.