Seville

A sigh of art, sun, and history

This city cannot be explained: it must be lived. Under the blue sky, La Giralda watches over a maze of streets where the Santa Cruz district exhales stories of Jewish quarters and courtyards filled with carnations. The Royal Alcázar weaves legends between Arabic plasterwork and gardens that enchanted kings, while the Torre del Oro keeps secrets of the Guadalquivir River. In Plaza de España, a ceramic embrace stretches across all provinces, and María Luisa Park whispers verses by Bécquer. Here, flamenco rips through the silence, the scent of orange blossoms intoxicates, and tapas are fleeting art. As Antonio Gala said, “The worst part is that they might be right.”