Seville Catedral, the third largest cathedral in the world.
The Giralda, the belltower next to the cathedral, built by the Moors before the tide of the
reconquista consumed this place. It was so holy for them that they tried to destroy it before surrendering the city, to no avail, such was the strength of the foundation and the skill with which the tower was erected.
The Catedral and the Giralda in full view. The angel standing atop the Giralda carries a standard in the shape of the Roman letter P, which represents
Faith Triumphant, no doubt an adornment added by the Christian.
Inside the Alcazar of Seville, to which we paid nothing to get in, the first real perk of our ISIC card.
Adjoining the Alcazar was a huge gardens which sprawled almost all around it. I lost both Chee Hui and Nicholas here, and went my own way for about an hour without bumping into either of them, though they were both looking for me and I for them (subconsciously). Lovely shady spot for one keen to take a breather from the city outside.
My moment of epiphany came when as I was looking through my pictures, I realised that I was kneeling close to a muddy rut!
The Plaza de Toro in Seville. There were no bullfights at this time of the year, although I would have been faced with a hefty dilemma had there been any, eager as I am to see one and yet deploring the blood, gore and cruelty involved in each bout.
Seville Catedral, the third largest cathedral in the world.
The Giralda, the belltower next to the cathedral, built by the Moors before the tide of the reconquista consumed this place. It was so holy for them that they tried to destroy it before surrendering the city, to no avail, such was the strength of the foundation and the skill with which the tower was erected.
The Catedral and the Giralda in full view. The angel standing atop the Giralda carries a standard in the shape of the Roman letter P, which represents Faith Triumphant, no doubt an adornment added by the Christian.
Inside the Alcazar of Seville, to which we paid nothing to get in, the first real perk of our ISIC card.
Adjoining the Alcazar was a huge gardens which sprawled almost all around it. I lost both Chee Hui and Nicholas here, and went my own way for about an hour without bumping into either of them, though they were both looking for me and I for them (subconsciously). Lovely shady spot for one keen to take a breather from the city outside.
My moment of epiphany came when as I was looking through my pictures, I realised that I was kneeling close to a muddy rut!
The Plaza de Toro in Seville. There were no bullfights at this time of the year, although I would have been faced with a hefty dilemma had there been any, eager as I am to see one and yet deploring the blood, gore and cruelty involved in each bout.
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