Street wandering in Seville

There are few things better in this life than getting lost in a new city. (As long as it isn’t scary – I’m looking at you Johannesburg…)

Many of Seville’s tiny lanes are so small, it was almost harder to figure out where you were on the map than to just keep wandering until you came to the next square and got your bearings.

I thought I’d wandered little medieval passageways in French countryside towns and in German mountain villages, but Seville’s lanes were something else. They were so tidy, so navigable, so central that it felt like a grown-up maze. I wondered how on earth they ever moved into the apartments towering over head.

Inevitably, as I got my bearings around town, I figured out that I could choose to walk along the main roads or wander the back streets. If ever you find yourself with this choice – do yourself a favor: choose the lanes. You’ll feel like a kid again in no time.

(A kid who has time to admire pastel house colorings and fountain carvings…)

Reason #1 to visit Seville: Get lost