Wrought iron. Bright paint. Gold trimmings. Private gated patios of cool marble to fight the scorching summers. The doors and windows of Seville scream Mediterranean. Plainer windows often come adorned with flocks of pigeons and doves. Service entrances have flourishes of yellow molding around them. And I may have been so nervous that someone was going to find me snooping around their courtyard that half of my pictures are shaky…
Not all of the city looked like this of course – I have not pictured the neighborhoods of urban highrises or some of the grittier side streets. I’ve cut out the vendors trying to sell you trinkets. But its easy to escape all of that. The charming historical centre is larger than I’d expected and great efforts have clearly been made to keep its authenticity (no easy feat when you can trace its architectural history back for 1,000 years across the city.) Taken individually above, you could be looking at pictures of eight different cities. But they are one in the same. I wanted to snap everything.
Reason #2 to visit Seville: every street will lead you to different architecture.
(Read about Reason #1 here.)
There are few things better in this life than getting lost in a new city. (As long as it isn’t scary – I’m looking at you Johannesburg…)
Many of Seville’s tiny lanes are so small, it was almost harder to figure out where you were on the map than to just keep wandering until you came to the next square and got your bearings.
I thought I’d wandered little medieval passageways in French countryside towns and in German mountain villages, but Seville’s lanes were something else. They were so tidy, so navigable, so central that it felt like a grown-up maze. I wondered how on earth they ever moved into the apartments towering over head.
Inevitably, as I got my bearings around town, I figured out that I could choose to walk along the main roads or wander the back streets. If ever you find yourself with this choice – do yourself a favor: choose the lanes. You’ll feel like a kid again in no time.
(A kid who has time to admire pastel house colorings and fountain carvings…)
Reason #1 to visit Seville: Get lost
Pretty much sums up this week. Had an impossible time recovering from holiday (see above), realised how hard it is to do the social media thing when my phone is still broken and I’m just going to say it: I am ready for Christmas. Probably because I’ve cried at the John Lewis ad now about 5 times. (Ok, 10 times… they keep showing it!)
Here’s what has been keeping me (somewhat) sane this week.
Life on the edge of a desert in Chile
Norway’s passports are now cooler than yours
I finally bought wellies. Biker wellies. My transition to life in the UK is complete.
Its been a bit controversial this week, but I still love this project.
Some coat envy
Feeling like a grown up kid watching this trailer. (See also: Cate Blanchett. See also: Rob Stark. See also: directed by Kenneth Branagh.)
Loving Margot’s blog redesign
A Thanksgiving controversy. First, the New York Times published this. And then a ranty Minnesotan responded.
Big Grace Helbig fan. That girl is funny.
Meryl as Julia. The best.