Day 9 & 10 In Sevilla

Entering Sevilla was one of those travel nightmares where the traffic is bumper to bumper, the road signs have none of the names or route numbers that are on YOUR map, and the driver and the navigator are in various stages of frustration and panic. Despite all this we did get to our NH hotel, parked the car under the building, and I took to my bed.

The bathroom looked like an ad for modern design. Interesting that the toilet had a Geberit mechanism, but Villery and Bosch porcelain.


We walked around that evening to the department store El Corte Ingles in the vain attempt to find a phone charger, but called it a day by 9pm.

The next day dawned sunny and with a bit of the 'feel' of the city we got our legs going again. No, it wasn't St. Patrick's Day early, but a store selling Betis football gear. (Betis later beat Real Madrid that weekend.)

Even apartment courtyards had a beautiful feel in this historic district.


Planting was going on everywhere, and while it takes a village to raise a child, it seems to take a crew to plant flowers.


And even the legs of the women are in blossom! or at least on this young demonstrator.


We were making our way...slowly...towards the Cathedral. With everything so lovely, how can you hurry?



This is a day meant for sitting and people watching.



Even the taxi driver looks on.


When we reach the Cathedral, it seems too lovely a day to go inside. There are drinks and tapas

and even Starbucks, the first we've seen.


But why? when there is this to see. No we don't ride


We don't go to a wedding as these guests do


but we look up at the Giralda and snap our picture


walk around the Cathedral and find Faith


and see this little drama of a couple sitting, the police chasing a car from the no-drive zone, and the couple go back to watching life go on.




This wears us out! and we have to rest. Maybe a cafe con leche will do the trick.