When one door opens, others also open

Seville seems to be full of high and narrow places according to my old photos. An old friend plans to drive across Spain and Portugal, and asked me what I would recommend. The question stirred memories. A heat wave drove us indoors during our short visit to this wonderful town. There is an alternation of dark and light in my photos– so much like the deep chiaroscuro that we saw in the Prado.

Seville has so many stories to tell, of the rise and fall of cultures and civilizations, of lives and memories which disappear under the turns of history. You see a slice of this as you pass through: the casual warmth of places where people gather to eat and drink. And then you walk away to see the awe-inspiring structures that history has left. The open welcomes remain only in memories; the photos tell a different story.

“Don’t miss Seville”, I messaged my friend.

Thursday doors