The first time I went to Sevilla, at the height of summer, I didn’t like it. Everything was so dry, so spaced out. The palm trees seemned like their leaves would crumble like cigarette ash and the sand turned my shoes brown. Around the Cathedral I had rosemanry thrust into my hand and if I didn’t pay money I would be cursed. Apparently it wasn’t the curse I should be worried about but the people waiting to get me around the next corner.
I have returned many times to this city and I have grown to love it. The sunsets over the river, the warm night air. The architecture and colors are so vibrant and so different. Reds, oranges and yellows and of course the dark green of the ornate orange trees which line the grand boulevards and the beautiful squares. Fountains, tapas, laughter and music. The people of Andalusia are warm, charming and beautiful. The best time to visit in undoubtedly April to experience not only Semana Santa and the wonderful devotion of Seville’s people to their faith, but also la Feria de Sevilla to see the beautiful dresses, the horse drawn carriages, women dancing Sevillanas in the street and men serenade their father’s under the moon light on horseback.
This is a deeply traditional place, with all the wonders of Spanish culture and tradition. Here are some of my photos of this colorful city