Taking out the Trash

One of the unexpected joys of my stay in Seville has been taking out the trash at night. Really. In Brooklyn, I avoid it—even though the cans are just outside our building.

Here in Seville’s Santa Cruz neighborhood, though, taking out the trash at night means passing through a few tight streets after the crowds have disappeared, when the area has grown quiet. So colorful during the day, the neighborhood settles into a softer light, and you begin to notice the tiled paths and the weathered walls.