Seville is a city of light, laughter, and music.

The mornings are crisp - around 19 degrees and the raucous streets of the previous evening quietened. This is our time to claim the city. Mist rises above the river and we start our daily circle walk.  Which of the narrow streets will entice us today?

From our balcony we watch as the day slowly unfolds.  A lonely runner pounds across the bridge. A truck laden with fruit, blocks the street to unload fresh fruit for the market.  Everything in slow motion.  When we first arrived, we rushed to the market at 7.00am eager to buy freshly baked bread.  We now know that 10.00am is an acceptable time!  Ah well, if you have dinner at 10.pm it makes sense!

One of Roger's greatest pleasures is to research the Blue Plaques in the country he is visiting.  Tirania being the centre of ceramics has some of the most beautiful in the world.  And who was Andres Martinez de Leon... Oops.. Hey Roger who was he again?