We left Salamanca this morning and travelled through a landscape of snowy mountains, neat stone walled fields (a bit like Weaver’s Yorkshire) and then endless groves of olive trees. We arrived in Seville late afternoon.
I felt a bit despondent as we checked into our hotel on the edge of the city. We chose this place for its location and secure parking. Paul didn’t fancy trying to negotiate his way through the narrow one way streets of the old quarter. The hotel is big, modern and has very little charm but we do have a nice view over the river.
We went out at 8.00 p.m. to find somewhere to eat. It feels late to me but Seville is only just starting to come alive at this hour. We walked along by the river to the local area of Triana where there are numerous tapas bars and restaurants. We chose a quiet bar and it was warm enough to sit outside with our wine and tapas. Crowds of local people of all ages were walking up and down the streets, everyone seemed to know each other and within minutes our quiet bar was full of chattering Spaniards and the pavement spilling over with tables and chairs. It all felt very convivial.
Tomorrow we will cross the old bridge across the river and explore the old part of the city.