The approaching of spring brings the smell of Azahar in the air. Chapter XXX To begin writing about Sevilla, I wonder how should I start. I am no longer a stranger to Sevilla. It is like my 3rd home now besides London and Singapore. I am not spanish but the sevillanos seems to have forgotten about that. There is something about the city; is it the people? the food? the streets or the beautiful Guadalquivir river? I am not sure. I feel close and warmth in my heart, a sense of being at home. The many years of living in London doesn't even give me that. This time to Sevilla was just a transit to go to Cordoba. I am here to experience Semana Santa. Well was supposing to choose between the Feria and Semana Santa
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