Often overshadowed by coastal Spanish cities, Seville has a brag-worthy list of sites, and a
network of streets anyone would be happy to get lost in, with tapas bars lining most of them
for pit stops. The city smells of oranges, owing to the orange trees that line the streets – a gift from a king to his wife who was sad to leave the snow of the Sierra Nova in favour of the
sun. The white blossom of the trees that falls in late Spring reminded her of the snow in the
mountains. The Plaza de Espana is immaculate and the city’s Alcazar gardens are magical.