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At the nice hotel, I try to make the sign into a Cal.
 
Danny and I are just standing around.
Random street
in Sevilla.
The Catedral, which we circled half a dozen times.
Back of the Catedral.
The Catedral as seen at night on a postcard that
was photographed poorly.
Guard.
Things are looking up.
Inside the Catedral.
Catedral ceiling.
The Alcazar.
Entrance gate.
Orange tree.
No, Carmel is
not talking on her phone. She’s listening to the audio guide.
Talia shoots everything in sight.
The crevices of the wall are home to some birds.
Busy Alcazar fountain.
Tranquil Alcazar fountain.
Ceiling 1.
Ceiling 2.
Wandering the halls.
4 people.
Wall of Alcazar.
Pano-rific!
Pretty.
Jumping off a thickly-rooted tree.
Chillin’ on the cool grass.
A slightly startling site for the first time (and the second time, and the
third time, …).
 
Quick, get to your positions!
The procession in the Catedral.
Directing traffic.
On the go.
Contemplative.
Shiny.
There’s no better place for flamenco than Sevilla.
A glass of sangria while watching flamenco in Sevilla.
 
 
Passion, emotion, dramatic.
On our way to dinner, we ran into another procession.
Oh man, here they come again.
Carmel looks
less evil than them.
The women wore black head gowns.
The grand float.
Passing right by me.
Talia and Carmel
on a bridge in between the Torre del Oro and our restaurant.
Torre del Oro.
Our restaurant on the water. It was recommended by Frommer’s
and was supposed to be cheap, but it was quite expensive.
Carmel ordered
gazpacho for dinner.
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