Arrival in Seville

I don't think any of us would want to re-live our arrival in Seville. The first problem was that we had far too large a rental car for the size of the streets in central Seville. But second issue was that we missed a turning. So now the SatNav took us down even narrower streets to get us back on track. And frankly the issue wasn't the narrowness of the streets; it was the corners. Honestly Thibault deserves a medal for getting us round those without a scratch. Honourable mention to a Spanish local who gave him instructions on how to get around one especially nasty turn. It wasn't encouraging seeing all the scars on the corners of the buildings from less effective drivers. Nor to observe that all the cars around had scrapes and dents.

The extra problem was that our apartment was on a very narrow street, but the car parking space was under another, not quite so narrow lane. But you had to get the key to the car park from the safe in the apartment. Honestly, the quest for the Ring wasn't much harder. In the end Thibault just sent me ahead with my luggage to find the flat, get in, find the key and bring it to him wherever he managed to park temporarily.

So I bumped my luggage along the streets, got the key code, entered and found the key in a drawer. I also found that the flat hadn't been cleaned, the beds made of the sacks of rubbish put out. No time for that - got the parking key and found Thibault illegally but safely parked.  

Once we returned it was time for some curt messaging with the owner. He said a cleaner would be around shortly, so we set out onto the streets for some late afternoon sightseeing in the locality

One sight that Clarissa found was a graffiti artist mural (well probably portal is more the word) of David Bowie on a doorway. Random.

The Basilica of the Macarena was nearby too

Place just dripping with gold and bad taste

But there was also the beautiful small and free to enter Palacio Marquesas de la Algaba

We returned to the apartment to find that the beds had indeed been made and rubbish put out, but the cleaning hadn't really been done. More alarmingly, T & C found a dead lizard in the shower!. A call to the owner who said he would come around himself. When we took him to the shower, the lizard had gone! It was not dead, as we then found it halfway up the wall. Is one happier to find a live lizard than a dead one? Anyway, the owner agreed to have a thorough cleaning job carried out the next day, and so it was done.