White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA
White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

Friday, February 19, 2016

Triana, Seville, Andalusia, Spain

We are staying in the Centro Historico neighborhood in Seville and a short walk across the Isabel II Bridge over the Guadalquivir River is the neighborhood of Triana.

We wandered there today for lunch and to see what we could see.

Anytime I can eat at an outdoor cafe in February is fine by me. (And yes, those are orange trees bearing a full crop of almost ripe fruit).

And for shoppers this nearby mercado offers a full array of nature's vegan bounty.

Beneath the market are the remains of the Castillo de San Jorge, which was the seat of the old inquisition court in 1481.

All that walking made for an appetite so, of course, for lunch we had tapas! In this case, spinach with garbanzo beans, potatoes with onions and green peppers, and mixed grilled vegetables served on a piece of what looked and felt like a slate roofing tile. Each tapa was about $3 USD.

The area immediately after crossing the bridge becomes pedestrian only (except for bicycles which enjoy extraordinary support and encouragement in the entire city with dedicated lanes in many places).

The street is lined with sunny cafes and restaurants and not just popular with tourists.

A side street waiting for the lunch crowd to arrive. Locals told us that because it was so cold, not so many folks were out and about. Seemed pretty warm to me after leaving Boston's sub-zero Fahrenheit weather.

This street cart vendor was selling healthful roasted sweet potatoes and roasted-to-order chestnuts. (Not like street carts selling hot dogs, cotton candy, and fried dough in the United States).

Amy couldn't resist an order of the chestnuts.

Seville is a city for walking. I haven't seen very many large folks here as are common in the United States. I think Sevillianos eat less and walk more and are often outside enjoying life.

This Harris's Hawk was being shown off by a woman who said she worked for a rescue effort and she was rehabilitating it. We each held it for a few minutes and made a donation to the rehabilitation foundation. I have never been so close to a creature that could easily peck my eyes out.

Back in Centro, this plaza sported a series of building facades, the one on the right says Boston - go figure. I don't think so - no snow, ice, nor serious cold.

A group of headless street musicians.

Anyplace that can sustain the year around growth and health of palm trees is my kind of place. I think I am going to like it here. Today was a 15,000 step day - even with jet lag and lack of sleep. Hasta luego.