Last day in Seville. I'm putting this picture here, even though it isn't in chronological order, because Blogger will use the first pic in the blog in the link - and the next one isn't very exciting.
Unrelated: our apartment had these weird hot and cold tap controls high up on the walls.
It's about half an hour outside of Seville, in a town called Santiponce. After some confusion over where to catch the bus from - different sources told us different places - we worked out it was technically an intercity bus and therefore needed to be caught down in the bus station itself, rather than at a street stop. About half an hour after setting off, we reached our destination and went in.
Bonus: entry was free! We wandered around for a few hours.
We'd spent a fair bit of time wandering around but couldn't see where we could go up higher to look down over the amphitheatre; luckily, as we were about to leave we overheard someone else ask one of the staff and simply followed where they went.
Obviously, being the unserious people we are, we were hoping to find a barber shop so we could make the inevitable 'Barber of Seville' joke - but I swear there were very few around that we could see; perhaps the locals hate people taking photos outside of them. But today we finally came across one. Here's a picture of me in front of it.
We made our way to the Triana district, since we knew there was a market there as well as other things to see.
We made our way - via the Metro; we had decided to spare our feet a little - to Maria Luisa Park.
Rochelle was determined to hire bikes and ride around, but it was a busy day in the park and they were out of bikes. But they did have whatever this thing is called - I guess it's some kind of pedal buggy?
The cycle-thing tour over, we set out on foot to look some more at the Plaza de España, which we'd seen some of at the beginning of our walking tour the other day.
On the way out there was a guy selling photos - well, I suppose he was technically selling a kind of costume experience, since he took the photos on the customer's phone - and Rochelle decided she wanted us to get our pictures taken dressed as Spanish characters.
Sigh.
There was an alley named for the Spanish Inquisition. I don't know about you, but I didn't expect that...
[That's a Monty Python joke if you're wondering.]
There was a lake with birds in it - a couple of white swans and some Muscovy and other ducks.
I didn't get any pictures but there were more people performing Flamenco in the middle section of the building; we stayed for a while to enjoy it - it seems very much a Seville thing, since we'd not seen it in any of the other Spanish cities we'd visited.
We're now on the cruise. This is the Tower of Gold.
We set out to have dinner; we'd spotted a likely place on our way to the river cruise - a place called Toby Eats the World. Toby, apparently, is a weiner dog. There's lots of weiner dog imagery around the place.
Fried camembert with raspberry jam and glasses of tinto de verano - a kind of a fruit-free sangria that's usually half red wine, half lemonade or some kind of soft drink. It's very refreshing, and we'd had it a bunch of times so far.
And from there we walked back to the cathedral to get some more pictures.
And that was our last night in Seville. The rest of the evening was spent packing.
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