Friday Night Sights

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Like so many places we've been, especially in mild weather, Sevillians live on the streets. 



There are bars and cafes and stores are open late and school age kids are out kicking futbols in the plaza and people of all ages are talking and smoking and smoking a lot. Living in detached houses is for farmers. Life in public is how they live. And though folks of all ages are out and about, so many are young it feels much like a college town.


Of course what we like so much about the old world is that they kept any old things. 



On to Alhambra. 

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