Seville and it's Oranges

A few days away and the smell of refreshing orange scented happiness fills the air in the February sunshine in Seville.  The oranges are not there to be eaten as the bitter variety in raw form does not suit any stomach, along with the prospect of being fined if seen snaffling (my new term for uninvited orange picking!).  

There are palaces a plenty, woven into a rich and complicated tapestry of Spanish industrial, religious and regal history.  These buildings are a testament to stories of their time and a dedication to the craftsmanship of their eras. Each with their own flamboyant tile extravaganza often encompassing the historical clash between Moorish and European design.  As you can see, I have unknowingly managed to co-ordinate for the day allowing for a camouflage fashion effect with United Colours of Benetton.

She was a well respected woman, her work was not only dedicated to her palace, she dedicated herself to charitable causes such as the fight against tuberculosis and helping abandoned children.  She became the first woman to be elected a member of the Fine Art Academy in Seville and was later awarded the Grand Cross of Charity by King Alfonso the 8th.