There has been a lot of strolling around Sevilla.
The same night as the Lunchtime Paella Incident followed by Food Coma (pronounced siesta in Spanish) I went out for a long walk and many cervezas with Joaquin.
The Guadsomethingunpronounceble River runs through Sevilla, all the way from the Atlantic in the South. There have been floods and now there are canals and dams and such to control the water. There’s also a lovely river walk and many cafes and bars lining the banks. A ferry cruise with a meal is supposedly a popular tourist activity, too.
Another view of the river:
There is a story that if lovers fasten a padlock to the bridge, their love will endure forever.
However, the weight of the sheer number of padlocks attached to this bridge was causing it to sink somewhat, and so periodically the locks get removed. as Joaquin says, “Love endures forever. or for as long as city hall decides it will.”
Semana Santa, or, from what I gather, the Week Before Easter, is a big deal all over Spain and an exceptionally big deal in Sevilla. So much so that bands are practicing their Semana Santa music in September.
Even though these kids were not wearing Dacron uniforms, I will confess I had strong nostalgic memories of being a Township of Millburn Snowflake on Parade. *sniffle*
It was an enjoyable evening, ending sitting on the steps of a massive church, eating freshly fried potato chips from a paper cone and watching from the fringes the commotion of a huge, writhing hoard of cerveza-drinkers and tapas-eaters who had swarmed in the plaza to frolic in front of us on this warm, late-summer night in Andalucia.