Sevilla

Flores along the walkway at the edge of the river.

Juan Belmonte, peering at the Maestranza, the bullring, from Triana. Perhaps the best bullfighter in history. Somebody once told him the only thing he could do to improve would be to die in the ring. He replied that he was working on it. When he was a youth, he would sneak into the cortijos or ranches and fight bulls naked. If he was ever caught I'm sure he was punished, because fighting bulls are not supposed to have contact with humans. There is a hole in the middle of the statue; you can look through it and see the bullring.

The Triana bridge over the Guadalquivir. Back in the day, Seville was the point of entry for ships coming from the Americas. The river was full of ocean-going ships and all the riches first made landfall here. You can see the Torre del Oro on the left. Where the bunch of trees is on the right there once stood the Castillo de San Jorge, where the infamous Spanish Inquisition was based. Oh the heretics who were burned there. Later there was a soap factory. The white house this side of the trees now belongs to my friends Luis and Montse.