The temperature was 104f on the afternoon that we reached Seville and there was hardly a Spaniard to be seen on the streets apart from this bloke …
… who seemed to have left it to his horse to look out for customers. The poor animal was looking at me as if to say … “Please don’t wake him Señor” !
Only tourists (and few of them) seemed to be moving as I strolled from the Royal Pavillion …
… along the riverbank towards the San Telmo Palace …
… and on to The Alcázar …
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Just as I was beginning to think that I was in a ghost town, I rounded a corner near The Cathedral …
… and came upon this group of happy youngsters performing on the sizzling pavement …
So there was life on those hot streets after all.
