It’s wild how entering a new city can make the one you’re leaving fade a bit. Not that Porto is diminished by Seville—they’re both beautifully vibrant and fascinating. But what Porto didn’t have was an abundance of orange trees. Practically every city I’ve ever visited reeks of urine and trash and, depending on location, day-old fish. But not Seville where orange trees line the streets and squares and fill the air with the sweetest aroma akin to North Carolina honeysuckle.
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