Seville makes me think of oranges so I was delighted that orange filled trees welcomed us to the hotel. Their fragrance filled the air and fresh squeezed juice was something to look forward to at breakfast.
We arrived in Seville a day ahead of the Corpus Christi procession that would wind around the plaza in front of the cathedral and through narrow streets. It was fascinating to observe the meticulous preparations that would be deconstructed the day after.
In the cathedral, holy figures that would be carried in the procession were being embellished with scores of flowers. Finished the arrangements were elaborate works of art.
Similar installations were being done on the streets in front of shops and on residential balconies. I began noticing that the flowers were red and white and that some presentations included bread, wine and/or grapes. It would have been interesting to learn about the significance of each.
Seville is known for having a palace done in the tradition of Alhambra.
While it had many similar characteristics, to me it lacked the charm of the other. The location may have had something to do with that as it lacked the impressive views and open spaces.
Like other cities in Spain, Seville has a large cathedral. It is said that here are the remains of Christopher Columbus, something I did not know.
Particularly interesting was this painting. The lower corner with the kneeling figure had at one time been taken and discovered some years later in an antique shop in New York. In the meantime, the painting had been restored by nuns.
In its own way, Seville was a pleasure, and I cannot leave it without mentioning flamenco. I don’t know what my image of it was, but I was totally surprised by its drama and wailing male voices. On a lighter note, I was quite drawn to the dresses and imagined myself in swishing ruffles, using my fingers like castanets and tapping my feet in intense rhythm.
Ah, travel opens one’s minds to such fantasy!
i so appreciate your visit and the comments you leave behind