Seville
The Alcazar is some sort of big palace or castle or fortress or whatnot and apparently in fourteen hundred or fifteen hundred or sixteen hundred or some time last week Christopher Columbus visited or lived there or built it or cleaned the toilets or some such thing.
I really don’t know. I do know that it’s got some lovely gardens and fountains and palm trees and is just a wonderful place to wander around with a pretty Swiss girl. Which is what we did. We walked amongst the foliage. We took our shoes off and hopped into the fountain. We stuck our neck above headless statues and pretended to be ancient people made of marble. We took silly photos of each other doing silly things.