We plan and plan and research and research, but we arrive sometimes and just think - 'meh, let's just wander around with the camera, have a beer in the sun and see where this street takes us'. That's sort of how our first couple of days in Seville were.
Quickly, we realised two things. One, this was city we could really live in, and two, Andrew's new jacket was the pretty much the colour of the entire city. Every street we walked down would either have a whole building, wall, bench or pillar painted yellow. And not just any yellow, but THIS yellow - the yellow of a jacket quickly bought only a few weeks earlier in London.
So, we like to think that's some sort of fate / coincidence? It also meant that there were no shortage of opportunities to take photos in front of little scenes like this, and some looks of bewilderment from people who thought that Andrew had taken to basing his clothing on walls.
The locals say 'Sevilla, tiene un color special", and we now know exactly what shade of yellow it is.