Sunday was our last day of travel. That morning we wanted to go to visit the Cathedral, so at half past 9 we planted ourselves at its doors, after the two megapiniños of honey we bought the day before. We needed a hypercaloric breakfast to climb the Giralda! Our click was to see that the entrance door was closed and the sign announcing visiting hours said that we could not enter that day until 2:30 pm. Logical, if there was Sunday Mass! And we had not fallen into that detail ... An American tourist approached us and told us that he had been told that he could enter after ten. We told him what he put in the schedules, but we also wait until 10, to see what happened. And as the American tourist had told us, we were able to enter, but only to the rear of the cathedral. More than half of the enclosure was closed to tourists since the Mass was being celebrated, and indeed it was necessary to wait until 2:30 p.m. to visit. The problem was that at 3:00 pm we had to be at the hotel to collect our bags and go to the station. So we developed a plan, which consisted of eating early to be on time at the door of the cathedral at 2:30.
House in Santa Cruz
For the first time in a few days, it was a bright morning. We approach the river to see the tower of Gold, which was clearly reflected in the waters of the Guadalquivir. Curiously, the Guadalquivir went down very quiet, unlike in Cordoba. We cross across the river to stroll along Triana. I liked the neighborhood, with its balconies full of flowers. How everything looks with a little sun! We passed the church of Santa Ana, where we could listen to music at Mass. I was left with the doubt of knowing if it was an essay for Holy Week. We continue walking until the bridge of Isabel II. On the other side of the river there was a fairly busy walk that Sunday morning. You could tell that the Sevillians wanted to sun after a few days of rain. We sat for a while to watch the canoeists training in the river and the fishermen. It was a little warm even!
tower of Gold
After the break we went up the street of the Catholic Monarchs and entered the church of La Magdalena to snoop before the mass of 12 began. At the rear was the passage of the brotherhood, and behind the altar we could see a Baroque altarpiece fantastic. We left at the beginning of the Mass and went to the Plaza Nueva, where there was a street market. We stared at the stops and I was tempted to buy some morunos tea glasses. They were so pretty!
We continued walking and, without realizing it, we ended up again in the Cathedral and saw that a wedding was taking place in the annexed chapel and we could see the bride and groom leave in a horse carriage. Then we went down an alley and went to the Plaza del Cabildo. The square is very pretty, semicircular, and inside there were antiques, stamps and collector coins. But what we liked the most was to find the convent shop "El Torno". Without hesitation, we went to see what they offered us. We asked if they had yolks and they said yes. Great! I could not find them ... At 1 we went to eat at Door of Flesh Wisdom, next to the hotel, which our friends had recommended us. We bought a cartridge of fried fish, chocos, shrimp, croquettes and chicken wings. It was all great, especially the fish marinated with vinegar and herbs.
After lunch, to wait for the opening time of the Cathedral, we went for a walk through the Murillo Gardens, which were curiously closed the day before. He was so comfortable sunbathing ... At 14:15 we stood at the door of the Cathedral, waiting for the doors to open promptly. I felt like I was at the doors of a concert, because there was already a group of tourists anxiously waiting for the doors to open. We were lucky and they were very punctual when letting us in. We headed directly to the Giralda and climbed the 34 landings ... ugh! Good luck we had eaten! Up there were hardly any people and the sea was good, with the little sun and a little air. The view was great, you could see the Santa Cruz neighborhood and we discovered some interesting terraces. We also see the island of La Cartuja, the Maestranza and, deep down, the V Centenario bridge. We would have stayed a little longer, but we didn't have time.