Saturday, 6 June 2015


Saturday, June 06, 2015 Jan Sevilla

Cruseilles, France - On a steep, narrow country road at 1,150 meters above sea level, my travel partner accelerated the engine aiming at the waggish sound of alpine bells.  As herdsmen rallied the cows to graze on the undulating pastures of the Haute-Savoie, the soft hues of the early morning sun tinted the landscape that overlooks the crystalline peaks of Mont Blanc.

Monday, 11 May 2015

Uncovering FLORENCE in a quest for a US visa

Monday, May 11, 2015 Jan Sevilla

How do you keep a still gaze on Michelangelo’s David?

Well, I didn’t. Forget about his biblical nature. David is butt-naked!

Perhaps, it’s no surprise that a group of Japanese tourists giggled sporadically. While it was not hard to comprehend why; a quick look at the exhibitionistic piece of marble is enough to arouse one’s imagination. Oh yes! Tell that to the young German couple with red beet cheeks or the American lady, who couldn’t have flashed a more mischievous glint.

Friday, 10 April 2015


Friday, April 10, 2015 Jan Sevilla

In many ways, a story can always be written and at times, be told. If I have to start mine, I’d like begin in the region of Bordeaux. 

Saturday, 7 March 2015


Saturday, March 07, 2015 Jan Sevilla

My first glimpse of La Sagrada Familia, a fanciful looking cathedral and the most imposing landmark in the city of Barcelona, is of curious tourists gazing toward the sheer verticality of the somewhat melted cake like structure. 

Sunday, 25 January 2015

Ernest Hemingway's RONDA, From BOOKS To BULLFIGHTS

Sunday, January 25, 2015 Jan Sevilla

Through the large glass paneled windows blurred by the cold mist of the Andalusian winter, the clip-clop of well-shod hooves from the carriage horses striking the solid cobblestones streams in muffled and mellow. Dialogue swells across the dusty tavern cascading along the cavernous bar table. Like his father had done in the past, he now 70; with wispy wild silvery hair, invites customers in for a free flowing chatter while offering them a drink or two in his proud bar.

Sunday, 21 December 2014


Sunday, December 21, 2014 Jan Sevilla

He couldn’t be a converso. But he could be a Gitano.

He has the song that echoes of his fathers. It was a primitive cry. A sort of spiritual chant but somewhere along the rustic lines and the shattering jondo voice, is a flowing emotional expression of inner struggle and pride, about perpetual desire and of longing, desperation and hope.

by Chris Potts

Saturday, 6 December 2014


Saturday, December 06, 2014 Jan Sevilla

Why do I find it hard not to be charmed or even excited by the sound of  shattering ice when some liquid is poured on to it, or when the sizzle of meat hits a searing grill, the ping of the burning oven, the soft rip of a warm crispy baguette and the pop of a wine bottle being opened? Perhaps beneath this mind stimulating-palate teasing phenomenon; lies an emerging image of a place where they all exist, we call it simply – the kitchen.

Friday, 14 November 2014

SO it is – in the bed of the artists

Friday, November 14, 2014 Jan Sevilla

There’s a new wind blowing in Bangkok.

It’s not that it’s going to storm. It’s a kind of breeze, refreshing enough to cool down the sweltering heat, and the kind that stimulates a visiting traveler’s imagination.


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