After viewing the medieval bridge at Carhors, France, we passed through San Sebastian and entered into Spain.
We went as far south as Seville; a place of immense beauty that I will never forget.
We roamed the streets of Seville as if any tourist did. We were in a maze of tiny, city-center streets which were little changed since medieval times.
In this part of the old town, I was particularly awed by the cobble street and the architecture on the sides. The horse-drawn carriages and the shadows added to the atmosphere.
The yellow wheels of the carriages stand out from the image which otherwise looks quite plain.
Again, another journey back in time . . . . . . . . . . . I know as a retiree I now have all the time to go back in time . . . . . . . . . . .