Cadiz - Seville


Cadiz would never have prospered, had not the major river Guadalquivir silted up, being thus rendered impassable to Seville some miles inland. While each city is an economic success today, for sea-borne visitors Cadiz is esteemed mainly as a place whose piers accommodate inbound cruise ships, and whose highways do connect with the more interesting Seville inland. Where we, too, plan to visit once more.


One thing you see everywhere, here, is stone. Slate, to be exact. Building walls and roofs, occasional paving, often intermixed with field rocks to make un-mortared walls between pastures. I love the slightly wild hominess of it. Plentiful chimney pots poke up .


Seville, then, is the place I mean to revel in, during these too-few hours ashore from Oosterdam. Not just for the Alcazar Palace (my video memento below), which is worth revisiting, but the massive cathedral here, once the third largest Christian church in the world. The cherished Jewish quarter adjacent. The streets with horse-drawn open carriages ferrying awed tourists. Streets lined with beautiful trees whose incredibly sour fruit drops on the pavement to crack open and bleed orange juice onto the sidewalks. Sticky stuff.


My own theory is that some of those derelict sour oranges, maybe from these very trees, would want to be retrieved back to our own kitchen, if we were to stay here for a week, and cooked at length with immoderate heaps of sugar thrown in, to make this scrumptious stuff.


Yes, marmalade.

All in all a gracious place, whose plazas want to be strolled across, whose fragrant air wants to be breathed  deeply; probably whose regional tapas need tasting. Whose ancient alleyways beckon to intrepid folk as we intend to be.


Now on Oosterdam again, to


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