Last week or so Mondi and I made an impromptu or at least poorly preplanned adventure to Seville, the fourth largest city in Spain with a rich history of Islam influence. Dazed and grumpy (especially Mondi) from lack of sleep after our all night bus ride, we ended up at the end of a trolley line at six o'clock in the morning, looking up upon the towering Cathedral de Santa Maria de la Sede (the third largest church in the world according to Wikipedia). It was quite a stunning moment, brought upon by such a swift change in environment and outlook. I spent some time as mondi rushed around the photograph the Cathedral thoroughly, watching a small flight of black birds circle the spires in the dawn light. I made me think of Mr. Palomar and the starlings at dusk. It appears he was on to something.
We had a perfectly wonderful time meandering the crooked and dizzying streets of Seville. It is a quit a pleasant city to be lost in. In perhaps one of my all time best dérive, Mondi and I decided to explore an open door of a large, unassuming weathered facade. In our late afternoon stupor, our expectations for exciting outcomes from holes in unadorned facade were rather low. But it just so happens that the building we wondered into happened to be the Plaza de Espana, build for a world's fair in the 1920's to showcase Seville's technical achievements. It was a fun little mix of classical, art deco, and Moorish influences. The thing must of had more than a million painted tiles of blues, greens, and yellows. A good find.
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