The tourists looked into the high chapel, and glanced at the forty-four others which surround the mosque. Then they walked to the bridge over the Guadalquiver. Arabian writers say it was built by Octavius Cæsar, but it was entirely reconstructed by the Moors. An old Moorish mill was pointed out; and the party returned to the mosque to spend the rest of their time in studying its marvellous workmanship. Early in the afternoon the excursionists left for Seville, and arrived in three hours. The journey was through a pleasant country, affording them an occasional view of the Guadalquiver.
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“To my mind,” said Dr. Winstock, as the party passed out of the Hotel de Londres to the Plaza Nueva, which is a small park in front of the City Hall,—“to my mind Seville is the pleasantest city in Spain, I have always been in love with it since I came here the first time; and I have spent four months here altogether. The air is perfectly delicious; and, though it often rains, I do not remember a single rainy day. The streets are clean, the houses are neat and pretty, the people are polite, the ladies are beautiful,—which is a consideration to a bachelor like myself,—and, if I had to spend a year in any city of Europe, Seville would be the place.”
“What is there to see here?” asked Murray. “I should like a list of the sights to put in a letter I shall write to-day.”
“The principal thing is the cathedral; then the Giralda, the Alcazar, the tobacco-factory, the Palace of San Telmo, the Casa de Pilatos.”
“That will do, doctor. I can’t put those things in my letter,” interposed Murray.
“You may say ‘Pilate’s house’ for the last; and add the Calle de las Sierpes, which is the most frequented street of the city.”
“But I can’t spell the words.”