“Only those with a heart of stone will not fall in love with Seville”, so our guide book says. On this basis, Dave has a heart of stone. I, on the other hand, really did get a good vibe from the home of flamenco.

During the day we made the most of the hot winter sunshine and picnicked by the river on food we bought from a local market. An afternoon stroll through the cobbled streets of the old town gave us a glimpse of the elaborate, Arabic inspired houses set around courtyards, and led us to Plaza de Espana, a grand square and fountain. Shunning the main tourist sites, we instead hired a four wheeled bicycle and pedalled around the park, where Dave thought it highly amusing to race the horse and carts and win :o)

In the evening, we joined our fellow travellers from the hostel for a beer and tapas tour, followed by a flamenco show. I didn’t really know what to expect from the latter and I’m  not sure we saw the ‘real deal’, but what we did get was a foursome who played the guitar, flute and clapped loudly whilst a very angry lady twirled and stamped her feet. If the audience of about 200 people were not absolutely silent (bearing in mind the Spanish do not have that word in their vocabulary) then the lady refused to perform, and so we only got a few songs out of them, but it was definitely a good insight if nothing else.

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