It is the day before Good Friday in Sevilla. Some of the women dress in traditional mourning clothing.
We try an Italian restaurant. The presentation is good.
The cathedral in the center of the old town is the largest Gothic cathedral in the world. We spend a few hours looking at the treasures, art work and arches.
Then we finally find a place in a plaza that serves fine cold vino blanco and a five tapa surprise. Mrs. Phred says “OK, but no gambas (shrimp) in the surprise”. We are learning the language of vino. Copas are glasses and botellas are bottles (double L is pronounced Y).
The low-hanging fruit in the parks has all been picked. Above eight feet the fruit is bountiful. I snag an orange at about the 8’ 6” level. It is very bitter.
Did I mention that the new subway just opened this week?