We woke up on the morning of our last full day in Seville and resolved to spend it exploring our host city a little more thoroughly. After our breakfast from the snack supply off the hotel courtyard, we struck out westward in search of the river that was rumored to pass through the city. We hit water a couple of blocks past the Alcazar and found ourselves gazing at the fabled Guadalquivir. It’s now a respectable river, having been largely de-silted in recent years. We walked partway across a nearby bridge (the Puente de San Telmo) to see what there was to see. We could see the river, obviously, as well as some of the locals enjoying it up close.


We could also see the Gold Tower, a defensive lookout tower originally built in 1220, once linked to the Alcazar. The tower has had several other uses through the centuries, including a prison, but now houses a maritime museum which we didn't visit.

We also noted a number of padlocks attached to the railing of the bridge with pairs of names or initials on them, presumably those of romantically-linked couples – apparently the modern equivalent of carving the names in a tree trunk.

We looked at the other side of the river and saw some office buildings and some residences and a restaurant, none of which looked very interesting, so we returned to the eastern bank and started walking northward. There's a pleasant shaded walkway that follows the river, apparently another fairly recent innovation.

We eventually found ourselves across the street from the bullring, so we crossed the Paseo de Cristóbal Colón to get a closer look at it. The Plaza de Toros de la Maestranza was built largely in the 18th Century and holds 14,000. Bullfights are normally held on Sunday evenings between Easter and October. Apparently there are tours and a museum, but we didn't know this at the time and only looked at the white exterior.

Outside the ring are bronze statues of famous bullfighters, who evidently are (or have been) like rockstars in Spain.

We turned away from the river at this point and wandered around pretty aimlessly for awhile, just looking at shops and things that seemed interesting.




We stumbled across one thing that looked like a gigantic under-construction spacecraft being made from wood. We took a picture, hoping to sort it out later. Apparently this was part of what is now the Metropol Parasol, a combination archeological dig / central market / restaurant / observation deck, completed in April of 2011 and billed as the world's largest wooden structure.

We took a break from our wanderings to stop at El Corte Inglés for lunch. El Corte Inglés seems to be the preeminent department store in Spain. They have stores all over the country, and they sell pretty much anything you would want to buy. The ones we’ve visited sell so many things they need multiple more or less co-located buildings to hold everything. Within one such group of buildings it seems there’s one with a cafeteria on an upper floor (such as the one we ate at) and one with a supermarket in the basement. And somewhere in the group buildings are selling clothing, appliances, music, movies, furniture, books, etc. etc.


One last thing we wanted to do in Seville was to see a flamenco show. While flamenco shows can be seen all over Spain (some would say the best are in Madrid), we wanted to see one in Andalusia, which is the traditional birthplace of the art. There are a number of tablaos, or flamenco clubs, in Seville, but most cater to tourists and include overpriced food and drinks. Being non-drinkers and happy to find our own food, we were really only interested in the performance. Fortunately there are places for people like us, and the one we ended up in was called the Casa de la Memoria, located just around the corner from our hotel. The price was more than reasonable, and the performance area was very intimate, consisting of a patio with two rows of chairs surrounding a small wooden platform.

A guitarist and a singer/hand clapper sat in chairs behind the platform, and a succession of dancers took turns on the platform. Not being a flamenco expert, I couldn't tell you whether they were good or bad (though I would guess not bad), but everyone seemed intense and disciplined, and Nella and I enjoyed the show immensely. The rest of the audience seemed to enjoy it as well, and the performers seemed appreciative. Photography was not allowed during the bulk of the performance because it was distracting, but the last five minutes were reserved for some less intense dancing, and we were allowed to take pictures for this interval. But it was pretty dark, and they didn't come out that well. Anyway, here's some of what we got:



After the show we returned to the hotel and packed, as we had a reservation for the next day's high-speed train to Madrid, and would be bidding farewell to Sevilla.