A Taste of Seville!

Monday 19th January 2015

We both slept well, relieved to have arrived if you know what I mean and although we heard the pitter patter of rain in the early morning, by the time we got up, the sun was shining and the sky was blue.

Parked up alongside the river at Puerto Gelves with blue skies at last!

Parked up alongside the river at Puerto Gelves with blue skies at last!

You can just see us the other side of the boat.

You can just see us the other side of the boat.

Vans parked up along the harbour wall but these spaces were a bit too tight a squeeze for us. Okay if you have folding mirrors though!

Vans parked up along the harbour wall but these spaces were a bit too tight a squeeze for us. Okay if you have folding mirrors though!

Our priority for the day was to get our laundry sorted out. We had been away for ten days already and had accumulated quite a pile of washing which we needed to get out of the way if we were to be staying on Aires.

It did seem a shame to be wasting this sunshine though as it was the first we had seen for sometime and we really just wanted to get out and walk and despite some confusion about the price and quantity of the tokens required to operate the machines, we had the laundry all finished by the time we had had lunch so the decision was made to have a quick visit into Seville.

There is a bus stop just outside of the Marina and buses went every twenty minutes or so. The fare was only €1.55 each and it stopped right on the edge of the old part of the city. As is always the case when using public transport in an unfamiliar place, getting off in the right place is always a bit of a trial. We were told to get off at the stop immediately after the bridge. What we weren’t told was that there was more than one bridge! But a little common sense prevailed and we guessed that the bridge over some unkempt, scabby looking ground probably wasn’t ‘THE’ bridge. It wasn’t rocket science was it? No, indeed it wasn’t . The clue that we had arrived was the vista of an impressive palatial building at the head of the bridge which crossed the river. Yes this was our stop!

The beautiful Palacio de San Telmo, one of the first sights that greeted us as we stepped off the bus.

The beautiful Palacio de San Telmo, one of the first sights that greeted us as we stepped off the bus.

Spectacular detailing.

Spectacular detailing.

We made our way towards the centre of the old town just drinking in the atmosphere of the place. We had no plans to look around anything during this brief visit as it was too late in the day. We walked to the square with the Real Alcazar on one side and the impressive Cathedral with its famous bell tower, the Girlada, on the other side.

A view of the outer wall of the Alcazar as we approached from a small road leading into the square.

A view of the outer wall of the Alcazar as we approached from a small road leading into the square.

The Cathedral and the Giralda come into view.

The Cathedral and the Giralda come into view.

It is probably the most Spanish place we have been to. There were elegant horse-drawn carriages driven by equally elegant Spanish men touting for business but not in an aggressive way. ‘Passeo?’, we were asked but politely declined. Another time maybe, as this was surely a place that deserved our full attention.

The horse and carriage rides were surprisingly popular but we didn't ask the price! They definitely added to the atmosphere though!

The horse and carriage rides were surprisingly popular but we didn’t ask the price! They definitely added to the atmosphere though!

The horses were immaculately groomed and the carriages beautifully presented.

The horses were immaculately groomed and the carriages beautifully presented.

We walked through the square to the haunting sound of a beautifully played Spanish guitar whilst resisting the temptation to reach for one of the fruits of the heavily laden orange trees which surrounded us. There were other tourists around but not too many and the mood was light as we sauntered through the Santa Cruz district with its narrow streets and whitewashed walls.

Orange trees everywhere!

Orange trees everywhere!

Looking back to the Giralda from one of the pretty squares nearby.

Looking back to the Giralda from one of the pretty squares nearby.

A typical Santa Cruz street.

A typical Santa Cruz street.

We eventually found our way to a park area which had the most impressive trees in it. I don’t know what they were but the leaves reminded me of laurel type leaves.

The roots of these huge trees.

The roots of these huge trees.

A place to sit and relax in the heat of the day....but maybe not in January!

A place to sit and relax in the heat of the day….but maybe not in January!

We continued on until we came back to our starting point but decided to walk along by the river Guadalivir before catching the bus back.

We walked by the river passing the famous Torre del Oro.

We walked by the river passing the famous Torre del Oro.

It had been a brief visit but a truly enjoyable one and now that we had the flavour of this beautiful place, we were in no doubt that we would return some day soon with more knowledge in order to do it justice.

The bus journey back was interesting to say the least. We got talking to an English couple who were also staying at Puerto Gelves and discovered what a small world it was. As you do in these exchanges, we said we were from Peterborough and learned they were from Lancashire and then discovered that their son had worked at the school in our village and had lived not far away from us! What are the chances of randomly meeting someone in a Spanish city and having such a thing in common! This has happened to us before, but we were still amazed.

The journey back passed quickly as we chatted and then the fun started as we decided to get off a stop or so earlier than the Marina. There was an Aldi at this particular stop and thought that it would be a simple matter of crossing the road and walking the few hundred yards or so back to the Aire. Well all was going ok until the road that ran alongside the main dual carriageway came to an end and we could see no easy way to walk the final few yards without risking life and limb walking against the traffic on a very busy main road, so we retraced our steps and went into Aldi to find the other couple and warn them not to try the same way. Fortunately I had my iPad with me and found a route back on this side of the road by taking a convoluted route through the residential back streets. I think that ordinarily we could have walked the way we had originally intended but due to the torrential rain we had had the day before, the edges of the road were flooded! Ah well, c’est la vie!

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