Sombreros

How many hats can one have?  Just as how many sunglasses one have.

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Columbus was Buried Here

Catedral de Santa María de la Sede aka Seville Cathedral houses the coffin of Christopher Columbus, who was Italian but was able to convinced the Spanish Queen that he found the fastest route to sail to India to pick up some spices.  History shows that he landed in the Americas instead.  Thinking he was in India, he called the natives Indios or Indians.  

The location of the remains of Christopher Columbus are controversial.  As many as five churches have claimed that they have his remains.  According to ThoughtCo:  "Columbus traveled more after death than many people do in life! In 1537, his bones and those of his son Diego were sent from Spain to Santo Domingo to lie in the cathedral there. As time went on, Santo Domingo became less important to the Spanish Empire and in 1795 Spain ceded all of Hispaniola, including Santo Domingo, to France as part of a peace treaty. Columbus' remains were judged too important to fall into French hands, so they were sent to Havana. But in 1898, Spain went to war with the United States, and the remains were sent back to Spain lest they fall to the Americans. Thus ended Columbus' fifth round-trip journey to the New World…or so it seemed."

Preparing for the Semana Santa

We call it the Holy Week but the Spaniards call it Semana Santa.  This was shot in Seville days before the Semana Santa.  Seville is one of the most popular places to celebrate this holiday.  The worker is making sure all the furnitures are shined before the tourists arrive.  We happened to be there early.

Another throwback - shot in 2014 with my then go-to camera the Fujifilm X-pro 1 with the 35 mm lens.  Catedral de Santa María de la Sede aka Seville Cathedral.

Last days of December 2018

Might have been the last photo I have taken in 2018.  Another find at the park during our morning walk.

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Open Market in Marrakesh

This was in Marrakesh, Morocco.  Another oldie image shot in 2014.  I didn't edit this image back then because I hated Morocco.  I had imagined it as Graham Nash sung about it in the 1969 song "Marrakesh Express."  No, there was no smelling of garden in ones hair.  No animal carpet wall to wall.  No colored cottons hanging in the air.  Nash must have been high on acid when he went there.  The Moroccans were wild.  Especially the men.  At night, the men would be dancing in the street and touching people.  Live music droning everywhere you go.  I felt like I was having a bad acid trip.  Still I'm glad we went for the experience.  Though I'm not going back there.