Day 88: The Alcazar, Sevilla

We are getting very late starts in the morning here. I blame the impossible to catch mosquito that has been buzzing in my ear and keeping me awake.

We headed through the old part of town (one of the largest and most intact in Europe).  They have a pretty impressive system for their tramlines. In the old part, where space is scarce, the trams going in opposite directions share a track, with the occasional pull out where space allows.  There are also no overhead power lines in the core, the train only charges while at the station in this area.

We headed to the Real Alcaczar, a palace build by Moorish Muslim Kings.  Its in similar style to the Alhambra, and is still in use today by the Royal family.

The courtyard of maidens had iconic scalloped arched and led to room with domed ceiling and horseshoe arches.

It has incredible intricately carved and tiled patterns throughout.

The most impressive part was how cool it was.  It was about 30 degrees in the sun, but inside the palace the air was so refreshing.  This must have been such an oasis for visitors in the past.

The underground baths which collect rain water were sever degrees cooler

The underground baths which collect rain water were sever degrees cooler

The gardens outside had a hedge maze, fountains and numerous palm streets. It’s home to a few peacocks which we saw at the cafe trying to find scraps.

It was an great place to sketch, and we saw many talented artists painting and drawing.  We stayed here drawing until the security guard made us move.

In the evening we tried a few more local foods; gazpacho, a cold tomato soup, Spanish Omlette with potatoes, and spinach with chickpeas.

We had wine on the patio at the market that overlooked the river at sunset and practised drawing the people around us.

We saw some flamenco at a bar near our place.  It was a guy with a insutrment and his voice, and a single dancer, but the two of them made quite an impact.

Walking home we enjoyed the nightlife spilling onto the streets.  People were everywhere, along the river, in the restaurants and on every available bench.