Seville has been a beautiful experience, the sun has shone and in the main squares it was 20 degrees, but since the summer shimmers at a startling 40 degree plus average temperature, the streets are built to maximise wind tunnel and shade.
The architecture is so diverse that it is almost a Disney land small world adventure (except for the fact that the buildings are each more huge than the next). As the various invaders settled here from Romans to Visigoths to Byzantines to Moors, they each determined to leave a bigger impression than the previous. The result is the most spectacular melting pot of styles.
The local inhabitants dress to reflect the stylish surroundings, and it is the older generation that leave the best impression. Immaculately turned out swarthy men with white hair, coloured cords, Oxford shirts and suede bomber jackets, and perfectly coiffed ladies sporting vintage furs and elegant court shoes seem to inhabit every restaurant, cafe and bar from dawn until dusk.
I am not sure if we arrived at some kind of festival time, but everyone seems to party here all of the time.
The children are all beautiful in cashmere coats with velvet collars and matching round toed shoes that come in every colour under the sun.
Thank goodness I didn't have a daughter or I might just have broken the bank in my stay.
The credit card got a bit of a hammering, but more on that later.
I never take enough pics, but these will serve of a reminder of some of what we saw..