It's the depth of winter in the UK, so it's time for
another long weekend break, somewhere south - definitely. The south of Spain
perhaps. Seville sounds nice. So a quick trawl of the airfare shops on the
internet, and a troll round the hotel sites and we find a flight and a hotel
in the right place and at the right price. Actually we ended up with two
hotels. But that's another story, and was soon sorted.
Getting There
We're
booked on a scheduled flight with Iberia this time. Heathrow to Seville. Got
to the airport, to realise the camera bag was still at home, and no time to go
back and get it. It's remarkable how well those cheap 'point and squirt'
non-reusable cameras work. Having got over the trauma of no cameras, there
were no other problems, just an uneventful trip. Seville airport
turns out to be much like
any other. The signs are in Spanish, but Taxi translates in most languages. So we grab a cab, give him the address of the hotel, and off we go. Then we find we've gabbed one of those Taxis which doesn't know where it's going.
Either that or he's only read the tourist maps of Seville. Watch out for this one. A lot of the tourist maps (and maps on the internet as well) show Seville rotated by
270 degrees, so that East is at the top. Not a problem if you know this, but as they don't indicate which way is up, it's a quick way to get lost. So if you're looking at a map of Seville, and the river is a nice
shallow 'U' shape across the bottom of the page - WRONG - the river should be down the left hand side.
Anyway, after a scenic tour of Seville, the cabbie finally got his act together and found the hotel. He was quite happy to charge for the circular tour, and not so happy when I found the exact change, without a tip. Yes it was a rip-off, he charged 4,000 pts whereas the taxi back to the airport was only 2,500 pts.
The Hotel Grand Lar
Just off the main
drag and not bad at all. The usual sort of 3 star and about 20 years old. It's obviously an overnight stop for coach tours and the place was heaving when arrived - 10 minutes later - they'd all vanished. The room's big, comfortable and recently decorated. Downstairs, even the leaflet rack in the foyer is
well stocked - showing plenty of places to go (complete with sideways maps). There's also a nice bar and the barman speaks passable English. The
restaurant looks as if it does good business, but the prices seem a bit steep, so I don't actually get to try it. The 'Continental' breakfast is served in the restaurant, and is good and varied. Obviously being kept on it's toes by the coach tour punters.
Getting
Around
Unlike
Barcelona, Seville isn't big enough to need an urban train or tram system so
it's a city of buses, or you walk. The hotel is about 10 minutes walk from the
centre of town and most of the restaurants. (I don't count the rather
expensive one opposite.) Once in the centre of town, it's all there in
a reasonably compact area. All the old parts are on the east side of the river
whilst all the new stuff built for the 1992 World Expo is on the west side. One familiar sight, the open top tourist buses. In this case open
top London buses, and owned by an English company offering a pound off their
other trips in English towns. Anyway, if you want to learn the layout of a
place and find out where the interesting bits are - hop on a tourist bus. Pay
attention and it even helps to have a pencil and paper handy. That way you
flit round the town in minimum time - tourist buses aren't known for the slow
lazy passage round a city - you don't make money that way. Don't bother to get
off, but note all the places that you want to visit over the next day or so.
Where it's at
The
tourist heart of the place must be Plaza San Sebastian, the Cathedral is on
one side and the royal palace and gardens, Reales Alcázares, are on the
other. It's an area of narrow streets
and a thousand restaurants (well perhaps a bit less than a thousand, but you
get the idea). The palaces and gardens, built by the Muslim Caliphs are well worth the effort and were busy
even out of season. Perhaps they aren't so pleasant in mid-summer. The
cathedral is - well - impressive. But they charge an entry fee - an idea they
probably got from Westminster Abbey, London. I don't think religious places
should charge. Accept donations, yes, but not pretend the entry charge is a
donation. That said, allow plenty of time for the Cathedral, it's pretty
large. It started life as a mosque built by Yacoub Yousouf in eleven seventy
something, but when
Seville fell
to the Crusaders, they converted it into a church and added bits. Over the years bits have continued to be
added, you know, a chapel here, a cloister there - until now - it sprawls. A prominent feature of the Cathedral is the
tower, La Giralda, added to the original mosque in 1195, the Crusaders
later added a belfry. Stranger still, it doesn't have stairs, it has ramps, and it's said you
can ride a horse to the top. I'd rather not, I've got a 'thing' about heights
and anyway, I'd rather not mention my horse riding skills.
Rather
more modern is the area round the Avenue des Americas, where the pavilions for
the Exposición Iberoamericana were built in 1929. A grand idea to celebrate
Seville's connections with America, but rather scuppered by the Spanish Civil
War. Still, the buildings are unique, but many of them look run down
and could do with some fresh paint. The better maintained ones host museums
and galleries, etc. I wonder who actually owns them?
If you want even more modern, it might be worth crossing the river to the
1992 Expo grounds. It could have been because it was out of season when we
were there, but nothing was open and it all looked in need of major repairs.
Still if you take a tour bus, it'll probably go there if there's anything more
interesting than a few closed up pubs and a disused pottery. There was an
interesting sounding Monastery marked on the map to the north of the Expo
grounds. We didn't find it, the
site seemed to have been taken over by a ceramic works, itself closed. Sorry,
but we can't recommend anything on the west side within comfy walking distance
of the city centre.
It that it? Course not! There's loads of real interesting places close to
the centre, 'Pilate's House' for instance. Supposedly modelled after Pontius
Pilate's house in Jerusalem. Interesting styling, and I suppose the term
Romanesque applies, only 1500 years too late.
Watch out for oranges. Many
streets, or I suppose, technically, avenues, are lined with orange trees.
There's a whole grove of them outside Pilate's House. Sounds nice, and I'm
sure in spring the orange trees bloom and it all looks and smells lovely. In
February, the
trees are full of half rotten very sickly oranges which have learned one
thing. There's considerable nuisance value in dropping on tourists. From the
tourists point of view there's nothing quite like have a Seville orange drop
on you, or worse, bumping into an orange tree and having half a ton of squidgy
oranges drop on you. Beware, I think the locals get a certain degree of
satisfaction by elbowing tourists into orange trees!
Down by the river is pleasant. Outdoor cafes feature, and I spent a whole
afternoon sipping lemonade, watching people walk past, and sleeping in a comfy
chair down on the promenade. How I managed that with the Mrs close by, I don't
know. Maybe all this walking was getting to her as well. Also down by the
river is the Golden Tower - actually not very golden, and hardly towering. It
claimed there was a maritime museum inside - must be pretty small, and was
closed every time we went past. Still nice try. Whilst down by the river, take
a boat ride, it takes about an hour and moves gently upstream a bit, and then
down again. You certainly get a different view of the city.
And so the visit to Seville comes to an end. Worth it? Well any break from
the daily drag is worth it. Will I be coming again? Sorry, but probably
not. So what was wrong? Nothing, I can't pick on anything that turned me
against the place, it's just... Oh, I don't know. It just didn't seem to have
the 'buzz' of some of the other places I've been to lately. Now there's a
contradiction, I thought I liked nice quiet places and no hassle. Ho hum -
sorry Seville, you can't win 'em all.
Updated:
01/10/03
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