The great
_patio_ of the Madrid, with its palm grove and creepers, is a delightful
place to sit in after dinner.
The dinner-hour at Seville is seven o'clock. There is a Restaurant Suizo
in the Calle de las Sierpes, and a little restaurant, the Eritana, with
a pleasant garden, is to be found near the turning point of the drive
that the beauty and fashion of Seville take on fine afternoons down the
Paseo de las Delicias by the river. If you are tempted to try the
Manzanilla wine with its proper accompaniment of snails or
_langostinos_, visit the Taberna, opposite the Madrid Hotel; and if you
are a bachelor, do not mind an atmosphere of smoke, can make yourself
understood in Spanish, and like local colour, take your _cafe au lait_
of an evening in the Cafe Cantante of the Calle Sterpes. You will
recognise the house by the little dancing-girl on the lamp.
Bobadilla
The junction of the lines to Seville, Granada, and Algeciras is
Bobadilla, and there all trains wait for half an hour that the
passengers may feed. The meal is a very fair sample of Spanish cookery,
and you are given soup or eggs, according to the time of day, an entree,
a joint, and fish. I can still recall a Bobadillian meal, with the taste
of garlic acting as a sort of _Leitmotiv_ in all the dishes, of
omelette, stewed beef and beans, a ragout of veal, fried fish in
butter, and cheese.
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