Seville photo essay

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Sun-drenched and hot ꟷ mid-May it was a healthy 37°C at 5 p.m.! ꟷ Seville’s streets are lined with heat-embracing bougainvillea, jacaranda and oleander. But you can also escape into the city’s immensely narrow, always cobbled, streets with their furtive glimpses into leafy courtyards brimming with blooms. That said, we were always thoroughly lost in Seville, in spite of carrying a map.

Sun-drenched and hot ꟷ mid-May it was a healthy 37°C at 5 p.m.! ꟷ Seville’s streets are lined with heat-embracing bougainvillea, jacaranda and oleander. But you can also escape into the city’s immensely narrow, always cobbled, streets with their furtive glimpses into leafy courtyards brimming with blooms. That said, we were always thoroughly lost in Seville, in spite of carrying a map. Cobbled alleys would run into dead ends, multi-syllabled street names would morph into something else, plazas confounded with their mass of radial roads spiking outward. And that’s half the fun of travelling … getting lost and being surprised at the unexpected sights you encounter sans guidebook in hand. We most enjoyed the juxtaposition of old crumbling Moorish walls abutting modern buildings or spotting a row of crenellations from an urban alley. And walls painted in hot mustard, burnt orange or baked sienna.

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