My last day in tiny Carmona and I thought I had walked every street of the Medina. But today, wandering as usual, I came upon a high, white wall. When I found an opening it turned out to be a large empty plaza. It reminded me that many plazas like this were used for auto de fé's. I don't know about this one. No one burning at the stake today, just some kids playing soccer.
My last look at the town at sunset.
It wasn't actually a castle; it was a fort at the entrance to the old town in Carmona. And they weren't cats but almost as bad, a class of preschoolers.
I was visiting the fort this morning when this band of feral children, all dressed in medival costumes were herded up to the towers by their teachers. OK, I admit it, they were cute. In Spain, it seems it's alright to take photos of children, unlike the USA, where you get dirty looks and are told to stop.
Other than that, I'm still just wandering through the narrow street, my favorite thing to do in Spain
I've left Sevilla and all its crazy energy and now I'm in the small town of Carmona. Silent white streets and a plaza where I can sit as long as I want with my Tinto de Verano, red wine and soda. I can breathe again.
Right now I'm in the library cause my beautiful little house doesn't have wifi, pronounced weefee here.
