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A street musician cellist gently performs as his faithful dog rests beside him.
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A closed storefront with only a beautifully lit wedding dress on display.
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The streets were almost empty of walkers. Few musicians were playing, many restaurants were already closed.
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It was an unusually quiet night in Centro.
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Around the corner up ahead....
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.....a very few diners were enjoying the last hour of the day.
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The Giralda tower was brightly lit as always.
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Even here late, lurking in the darkness in a long line of motos, waiting for me to pass by, the red devil was waiting patiently.
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All is calm on Avenida de la Constitución as I head home through the quiet night. Seville is not always hustle and bustle.
What Cellist? What dog?
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