Triana, Seville is an enchanting working class area across the river, famous for it’s gypsy community breeding flamenco dancers, sailors and bullfighters. Full of narrow cobbled streets with rows of colourful houses displaying flowers give it a romantic atmosphere.
We started off on foot in the grander area of Santa Cruz.
I have conflicting views about taking a horse drawn carriage, so I take some time checking this beauty over. With my untutored eye, he doesn’t seem too tired and seems well cared for.
So, we hop on and enjoy a short ride to the Puente de Isabel II. A bridge that connects Triana to El Arenal, the area of Seville that holds the world famous bullring.
But, we are busy falling apart because James was sitting comfortably until the (rather large) driver snuggled his butt right into the back of James head.
It took a while but eventually we noticed the beautiful glass fronted rooms that looked over the street as we trotted by.
We were soon leaving the Santa Cruz area and heading towards the river through the El Arenal area.
Elaborate churches were round every corner.
We spotted roof-top bars,
above bustling restaurants.
We took photos left and right enjoying the architecture and history of the area.
We finally reach the Plaza de Toros de la Maestranza, the 18th century bullring. Not my bag, but interesting to see.
Off hoof and on our own feet now we enter the market on the El Arenal side of the bridge. Much more our cup of tea, besides we’d worked up an appetite laughing so much.
Not all the stands were open, but we weren’t planning to make omelettes, so no matter.
Tempting lunches were prepared and ready.
Jambon, of course. The region is world famous for it’s Iberico de Bellota.
Exciting looking ice-creams were there as a cool temptation.
This lady was just warming the chocolate fountain and preparing fresh strawberries.
This was too much for Charlotte, who happily caved in and enjoyed a strawberry kebab.
The men snacked on cones full of cured ham pieces and strong coffee.
The market has outside seating by the river overlooking the bridge. We took a stroll along to look at Triana on the other side.
Only on family city breaks can you nurse a hangover, walk for unseemly hours everyday, get rained on (regularly) and still feel blissfully happy.
Capilita del Carmen, a pretty little chapel, sits at the Triana end of the impressive iron bridge.
Off the bridge you enter straight onto the Plaza del Altozano. Wrought-iron, glass-fronted balconies are a particular feature here.
Lively eateries and bars fill the street ahead,
with very few seeming to notice the showery weather.
We turn off to enjoy the quieter back streets.
Triana has been famous for it’s potteries since early times and you still find a number of romantic workshops still selling tiles and ceramics.
The narrow streets are intimate and many are residential still. It feels cheerful, even in this gloomy weather, with bright colours everywhere.
We’ve reached the other end of the main bustling street, but we duck into the side streets on the other side.
A white and ochre street is named after the Andalusian sailor who lived here. He was the first to spot the New World on Columbus’s epic voyage of 1492.
James takes photos which capture this unique area.
We all become snap happy. Loving what we see round every turn.
Many windows are so beautiful.
Feeling worn out but happy, a very excited hubby has spotted a local bar. He has local Sherry on his mind and we are all involved.
If drinking very dry sherry means I get to sit for a minute, I’ll go with it.
Hubby’s pigeon Spanish has worked and we appear to be getting some home-brew.
Charlotte is my lovely light-weight and agrees to a sip or two.
As I hide in my tourist book, James is quite enamored by it.
Finally, the sun appears and the ochre and red blazes along the street.
This is a sailors chapel just opposite, built in the 1700’s, but looking bright in the afternoon sun.
The glass-fronted balconies catch the last rays.
Round the next corner the 13th century Iglesia de Santa Ana, the oldest Parish church in Seville, stands proud and freshly restored.
Pots of pretty flowering plants hang from many balconies.
Down seemingly random streets, beautiful religious ceramic art fills a wall.
We made our way back to the river, spotting the bullring in El Arenal. How the working class men from this area must have dreamt of being bullfighters and all that came with it.
Bright water front homes,
with grandmothers cradling their grandchildren, looking out to the river view.
Back towards the Puente de Isabel II (bridge), the intricate little chapel appears over the stone steps.
Leaving Triana now we head back towards the El Arenal and spot the 13th century Tower of Gold, the Torre del Oro. Once there to protect the port, it’s now a maritime museum.
There used to be a sister tower in Triana. As well as using canon, a huge chain would be linked across the river to prevent foreign ships travelling further upstream.