Seville is lousy with orange trees. Every “calle” and every courtyard and every plaza. Could there be a lime tree? Oh no, just a bunch of lemons masquerading as oranges. They are coming into fruit just about now. While notoriously…
One week in and we have more of it all: Moorish architecture, religious art, ample tapas, and spectacular November weather. Today we started at the Museum of Fine Arts or Museo de Bellas Artes, housed in what was once (a…
It’s possible to take the train from Seville to Granada, 2.5 hours each way, so we did. We took the direct. It stopped at Cordoba. Then it stopped at Puente Genil-Herrera. Then it took a short stop at Antequera-Santa Ana. …
Castilian Christians: You rock. Peter the Cruel started it all (or Peter the Just, history has some “elasticity”), but the tourist brochures refer to him without commitment as Peter (aka Pedro) I. In a very modern and counter-intuitive decision given…
You’ll be glad you got ‘em… There wasn’t a whiff of gothic, baroque or neoclassical in Fats Waller but there was a theme, consistency and something called joy. Not quite so much Seville’s gothic masterpiece. This blog has some serious…
As well as Peter O’Toole, Tom Cruise & Cameron Diaz; plus we visit The Chapel of Flagellations. More to follow. On rising we did a wander through the old town. Sunday, most shops were closed but tourists, locals and street…
That translates to Spanish Fly. Er… Spanish flyers. We were out to YVR early, through security and to the AF lounge which, in terms of outlook was lovely, although the made to order noodle bar was a bit of a…
Early Friday morning we left our hotel for the airport. So long Edinburgh Native hotel We had planed two days in Dublin, starting with a short morning flight from Edinburgh. And wouldn’t you know it, the sun came out. Sun…
Seriously: The sun came out. I mean not for long, not all day, but still. No wonder it inspired The Proclaimers. We decided to make it a non-museum get our steps in final day in Edinburgh; we walked the Waters…
It drizzled, then it rained, then it pounded; it was June, it was Scotland. It baffled me that thousands of tourists, post-C19, had wilfully chosen Edinburgh for a vacation this summer. But they had, us among them. Not a…