The Seville Cathedral is, of course, mostly a shrine to torture and sexual abuse of children. There is, however an art pavilion when you first pay your admission to enter the building. And before you take issue with my characterization of the Catholic Church as an institution that has ruined the lives of millions of people around the world, let me just suggest that the first thing you see when you walk into the Seville Cathedral's art pavilion is this:
Yeah. So, basically, all the art that they took out of the cathedral over the years is in this art pavilion. No one speaks of pavilions anymore, and that truly saddens me...
Inside the church, there's this crazy ridiculous altar that is, um, well, crazy and ridiculous. The remains of Christopher Columbus are there, too. So, you know, "Yay, genocide!" And, later on, when you get to the treasury, you can see lots of things made of gold--mostly things that they use in their little torture and child abuse rituals, I think.
The other big attraction in Seville is the Alcázar, which was a palace built by Moors for a King known as Pedro the Cruel. Eesh. The palace and its grounds are stunningly beautiful. And there are things in cases there, too, making it more than just an old palace--it's also a museum, of sorts.
There's one more museum I went to in Seville, and I actually liked it the best. Even though it's late, and I'm not quite in my right mind just now (I'm actually sitting in my hotel room drinking sherry in my bathing suit, while the tv plays a news story about some little boy in Russia who went feral), I wanna make sure I get to it.
The Museo Palacio de la Condesa de Lebrija is a palace owned by this countess who traveled the world, collecting antiquities. I don't know what to say about it, aside from the fact that it was fabulous. Roman mosaics installed on the floors. Bookshelves stuffed with documents resolving disputes over inheritance of titles. Shards of pottery. Tile on the walls that was salvaged from a monastery. Chinese jade and porcelain. The only set of a particular Spode pattern outside of Buckingham Palace. It was nuts. Just nuts. And the building itself was centuries old. Wow.
I've got one day in Madrid before I have to go home. Maybe I can knock off a couple more museums, while I'm here. Wish me luck.