The longer we travel, the more we’re impressed by the world’s seemingly limitless capacity to amaze. Even after visiting countless mansions, castles, châteaux, palaces and the like, we were still totally blown away by the elaborate mudéjar architecture of Seville’s Royal Palace. Because words don’t do it justice, we’ll just shut up and show you a small bit of this incredible place.
And a plate of boquerones fritos (fried anchovies) at El Rinconcillo, reportedly Seville’s oldest tapas bar dating all the way back to 1670.
Plaza de España, Seville
Castle. Cathedral. Atmospheric Old Town. Tapas. Wine. Seville has all of the essential ingredients we’ve come to expect in a Spanish city but managed to dazzle us even further by adding more to the mix.
Holy moly, I’d wager about 75% of the people in Toledo, Spain, were on a tour of some kind. We’re totally cool with tours, but when you get thirty or forty people following the directions of a single guide they do tend to exhibit a kind of hive mentality. All individual thought (and most notions of common courtesy) goes out the window. Get three or four of these hives together in the narrow streets of a medieval city, and it’s a little like being swarmed by a zombie horde; except that none of them has tried to eat us. Yet.
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