The apartment faces due west, at the edge of the western part of Sevilla, opposite a new park, the vision of some group of people to give Sevilla another lung. It's substantial, with rows of hundreds of recently planted trees. Currently it looks alittle bare, but is in constant use by walkers and cyclists, and football teams playing on weekends on the two or three reduced-size grass pitches, and smaller practice pitches of bare earth or concrete. The western border of the park is the actual river Guadalquivir (rather than the 'canal' beside which folk amble of a late evening just a few minutes from the city centre). This riverside is a natural haven, for bird-life and wild-flowers. There's a track that is used, very occasionally, by horse-riders, a track line with mulberry trees which are now in full and delicious fruit, which leaves purple stains on one's fingers and under one's nails. One can amble, accompanied by endless bird song, especially blackbirds and wrens, eating handfuls of mulberries as one goes. I like to sit on one of the concrete blocks that line the riverside, some 10 meters from the water, tastefully place in a winding line, perhaps for added protection against the river when it reaches its high mark during the winter rains. It's a good place to disconnect, note-book at my side, listening to nothing in particular and waiting for, perhaps, a line or two to emerge from out of infinity. It's a fine place to watch a sunset too.
My web pages fascinate me, simply because there appears to be a steady stream of visitors, that consistently and gradually rises, but without any increase in the royalties I receive. Something is going on but I have no idea what as I don't think I have received a single message from a visitor. Bu that's fine, like the sunset.