We hit Sevilla early, arriving by train from Cordoba, rather dehydrated and a hangover gathering momentum. After checking in we decided to explore the other side of the river, so that hopefully we could retrace our steps later that evening to this less tourist trod quarter. To avoid the intense heat we called in at the famous fish market, but too early for lunch. To get a taste we chose a vendor displaying the big red prawns. To this day I still don't know why, but I chose the raw octopus salad in vinagarette as a pre lunch tapa. Sadly this did not help settle my stomach.
We walked over the bridge to explore and stopped in a buzzing local bar postered with pictures of "the weeping virgin".
The Saturday sign was duly placed outside and families started to gather.
Despite my love for trying snails in different countries my stomach today was not feeling playful! So I chose the small caracoles tapa rather than the larger caracoles, as I thought I would at least be able to tackle these. Yes they were good, in their hot garlic sauce, one picks out the snail with a cocktail stick and then sucks each snail out completely from its shell. Hot, messy and endless fun.
Despite my ambition to be accepted as a local, this time my hangover won and I could not finish my plate.
At this stage we elected "la cuenta por favor" (the bill) as I felt best to leave before I lost my composure. As the bill arrived the owner of the bar smiled at me with great gusto and pronounced in pigeon english "that another table had ordered too many, so please have this bowl of the large caracoles on the casa (house)".
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