Sunday in Sevilla

We must be becoming Spanish.  We are finally out of the hotel at the crack of noon. The line at the Alcazar is quite long but successfully negotiated. We wonder why we didn't contract a guide to get head of line privileges. The Alcazar is spacious, spectacular and fascinating; although a bit of a disappointment after the palaces mosques of Istanbul.

We lunch four two hours in purportedly the best tapas restaurant in Seville and it does not disappoint. Our Spanish lunch is followed by the Spanish siesta. 

At dusk we leave in search of an ATM, dusk photographs, and a cocktail. A personable Swiss gentleman invites us to share his table and his patron pimento (special roasted peppers of the region). As the restaurant is out of patron pimento, we share his peppers, offer him our calamari, and buy him a couple of beers for sharing his table.  After sharing travel stories, we return to the hotel to crash around midnight.