One Afternoon on a Fragment of the Rio Guadalquivir in Sevilla

I spy a rowboat, instrument of happy hours and unhappy poems at Emma Lake in years past.

 

Let's see if I can still reach the oars.

 

Good. A bit of Sevilla, then, by rowboat. First thing, stay out of the middle of the river.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

East bank, stirring of siesta.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Torre Panoramica in the distance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tallest bit is the top of minaret from which the muezzin called the faithful to prayer 800 or so years ago. Later built higher by one of the Christian kings. About 100 meters from my pension.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Call us some of your river people," these two said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Top of bullfight arena.



 

Torre del Ono, now a naval museum.