A long and leisurely drive to Sevilla during which I had to find the windscreen wiper switch and use it for the first time since France three months ago (that is they were on intermittent slow for about seven or eight minutes). At our lunch stop I met a lovely Irish couple, we got talking because they too have a Bichon, well mine’s only demi-Bichon but nobody got picky, least of all the dogs. Yvonne wants to get a motorhome and is gradually trying to wear Sean down, so they had a quick look inside R0X1 and declared themselves impressed, well they couldn’t be rude … Good luck Yvonne!
We arrived at the Aire a twenty minute walk from Sevilla city centre. It’s actually a lovely walk if you ignore the first 800 metres or so, which is basically industrial wasteland. After crossing over the river bridge, which Daisy did not enjoy as it’s a draw bridge and bounces up and down slightly as the traffic goes over – totally spooked her – it was the 3 inch expansion gap that spooked me. The next bit is beside the river and then through the gorgeous Marie Luisa park where amongst the various “garden rooms” we found the Plaza d’Espagna. Luckily it was late afternoon and the low sun was shining on the wonderful building and plaza. Continuing on we found a lovely little Christmas market still in full swing as the Spanish celebrate and give their gifts on the 6th January, the festival of the Three Kings. Herself coped very well with the after work crowds and certainly enjoyed the wanderings (and the bird chasing) in the park.
The next morning with Daisy left to “guard” R0X1, Sevilla continued to delight. First, without queuing, I called in on the Terracotta Army exhibition, then did have to queue for quite a while to get into the Real Alcazar, Sevilla’s royal palace which dates back a few years or so. I don’t often join long queues but this one was worth it – Sevilla’s answer to the Alhambra!
I noticed on many of the old Moorish buildings in Sevilla a lot of ornamental architecture which must have influenced Gaudi – getting quite cultured in my old age – and where his love of brightly coloured mosaics must’ve come from, all the richly coloured tiles.
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