Meditations on Gazpacho
The blazing sun shines blindingly on the deserted, sizzling streets. The wind does not blow. The leaves of the orange trees lining the sidewalks of the city look heavy and tired under the blistering heat. It’s 12:00 on a hot summer day in Seville, and it’s siesta time. Temperatures in the city easily reach 100F during the months of July and August, forcing locals to … Continue reading Meditations on Gazpacho