Seville Orange-treed Seville; walk around it. You have ages : the whole day (and all of the night, too.) Romans, Visigoths, Moors, Spaniards, in turn, have loitered below an overwhelming, blue dome bewilderingly clear. A solitary, majestic sun. No subtle pastels here. Doubts, uncertainties, come from the Sevillians. Bemused, burly, bejumpered senors run Tapas bars, moody with machismo. February, 80° cool, finds dyed-blonde, sallowy senoritas, parading in furs. So stop for a siesta at Madigan’s And see sun-dried Seville Waiting, watching peoples pass through. Seville Graeme Garvey ggarvey@sjfchs.org.uk

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