I took the overnight bus from Lisbon, and pulled into Seville at 5:30am, found my way onto the metro, and got myself close to my hostel. Jumped in a cab, and rode the rest of the way. By the time I got to the hostel it was 6:30 so I wandered the neighborhood until a breakfast place opened up, got an omelet, read a book, and waited until the hostel let me in at 8:00.
Seville – Nice Deep Blue Morning Sky At 5:30 am
Hostel One Sevilla
Metropol Parasol – Las Setas – Nicknamed The Mushrooms
Built in 2011 and claims to be the largest wooden structure in the world.
A very common color scheme in Sevilla. The light color represents the color of the sand in the bullring.
Bachelorette Parties are clearly international, but you won’t see these Sevillans carrying any tasteless sex toys. For them it’s all about the fun, parading around, singing here comes the bride and mugging for the cameras. They were really having a ball.
Yet another wonderful place to stop for lunch or a drink.
Looking at Sevilla from the Gypsy side of the river.
Plaza De España – Built in 1928 for the Ibero-American Exposition of 1929. A beautiful example of the Renaissance Revival style in Spanish architecture. Unfortunately few came due to the U.S. Stock Crash of ’29.
Danny my stepson insisted I get in the shot every now and then even though a lot of the time I try to keep people out of my photos, so I’m sorry to distract you from the beauty of this wonderful piece of architecture. Don’t worry I took one without my mug in it to be included at the end of this series.
For you Star Wars fans, this setting was used for a few minutes in Attack of the Clones. Yes R2D2 has rolled along these elegant promenades. Google it if you don’t believe me.
The ceramic work used throughout is stunning.
TRULY BEAUTIFUL CERAMICS
Surrounding the courtyard are tiled representations honoring the great cities of Spain.
Here’s that shot I promised! Much better without me in the way.
Part of a wedding party
Centro Cultural Flamenco – Cafe de la Memoria
This guy was truly sensational, but the lady was passable. His clothing was so drenched that he changed for the last five minutes when they allowed pictures. It was pure flamenco with no distractions.
CAFE NAIMA JAZZ – After the flamenco, I showed up here. The place was tiny but the sound was huge. This was Real Jazz, and they were all professionals. I chilled out afterward and had a conversation in Spanish with the drummer about the Movie “Whiplash” about a Jazz drummer.
The guy on the sax was smokin’ hot. Great way to wrap up Sevilla.