Made out of people

Seville, afternoon

So today, I followed the Lonely Planet´s advice to check out the Thursday market (it is Thursday, right?) and was sorely disappointed. By its complete and utter non-existence, and the tremendously confused looks from the locals who I asked.

But lunch was good: I´m getting better at this meal thing. (Sevilla likes its smoked cod. So do I).

And I added to my black-market housing adventure a black-market flamenco adventure by buying tickets for tonight´s sold-out Flamenco Bienal from a scalper. Which means I will thoroughly deserve it when my backpack is gone from the place I´m staying and the ticket turns into pixie dust half an hour before the show.