Journal, page 14 · Sofia Costa

Tiled arches and central stone fountain in the Real Alcázar courtyard in Seville, soft indirect morning light, nearly empty space.

Sofia Costa · 35mm№44 → Spain

№ 44 · Spain · 10 June 2026

Eight Fifty-Five in Seville: Cool Tiles, Empty Courtyards

The Real Alcázar at 8:55, almost empty. Tiled arches, a fountain running for no one, and the kind of quiet Seville rarely offers. A slow morning on film.

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Solo flamenco dancer mid-zapateado on a small wooden stage in a dimly lit vaulted tablao in Seville, warm amber spotlight from above.

Sofia Costa · 35mm№43 → Spain

№ 43 · Spain · 9 June 2026

Flamenco in Seville: A Night at an Intimate Tablao

A single dancer, a vaulted room, the zapateado echoing off old stone. What a small Seville tablao taught me about watching instead of filming.

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Narrow white-walled alley in Seville's Barrio Santa Cruz with orange trees overhead casting soft shadow, early morning cool light.

Sofia Costa · 35mm№42 → Spain

№ 42 · Spain · 9 June 2026

Morning in Barrio Santa Cruz: Seville Before the Crowds

Narrow white alleys, orange trees overhead, no tourists yet. A slow morning walking Seville's Barrio Santa Cruz on 35mm film before the heat arrives.

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Crowded tiled tapas bar in Seville's Feria neighborhood at night, plate of jamón and glass of fino sherry on the counter, warm interior light.

Sofia Costa · 35mm№41 → Spain

№ 41 · Spain · 8 June 2026

Tapas in Seville's Feria Neighborhood: Standing Room Only

A crowded stand-up bar in Seville's Feria neighborhood, a glass of fino, and the kind of evening you can't plan. Sofia Costa on slowing down in southern Spain.

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Low embankment wall along the Guadalquivir river in Triana, Seville, with the Cathedral and Giralda tower reflected in the water at golden hour.

Sofia Costa · 35mm№39 → Spain

№ 39 · Spain · 7 June 2026

Evening in Triana: Riverside Slow Travel in Seville, Spain

Golden hour on the Guadalquivir in Seville's Triana neighborhood. The cathedral reflected in the river, sangria in hand, nowhere to be. A slow evening on film.

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Tiled arches and central fountain in the Real Alcázar courtyard in Seville, soft indirect morning light, nearly empty space.

Sofia Costa · 35mm№38 → Spain

№ 38 · Spain · 7 June 2026

Third in Line at the Real Alcázar Gate

The Real Alcázar at 9 a.m., almost empty. Tiled arches, a still fountain, and the kind of light you can't plan for. Seville on 35mm film.

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Solo flamenco dancer mid-zapateado in a small vaulted tablao in Seville, single warm spotlight casting sharp shadows on stone walls.

Sofia Costa · 35mm№37 → Spain

№ 37 · Spain · 6 June 2026

Flamenco in Seville: A Night at a Small Tablao on Film

A single dancer, a vaulted room, the zapateado echoing off old stone. What one night of flamenco in a tiny Seville tablao felt like, shot on 35mm.

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Narrow white-walled alley in Barrio Santa Cruz Seville with orange trees casting shadows in cool early morning light, no people visible.

Sofia Costa · 35mm№36 → Spain

№ 36 · Spain · 6 June 2026

Early Morning in Barrio Santa Cruz: Seville Before the Crowds

Narrow alleys, orange trees overhead, no tourists yet. A quiet walk through Seville's Barrio Santa Cruz before the heat takes over the day.

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Woman sitting alone at an airport gate window seat in Porto, coffee cup and boarding pass on her lap, soft early morning light streaming through terminal glass.

Sofia Costa · 35mm№34 → Spain

№ 34 · Spain · 5 June 2026

In Transit at Porto Airport: Morning Light Before Seville

Early morning at Porto airport, coffee in hand, waiting for a flight to Seville. That quiet in-between moment when you still belong to the city you're leaving.

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Open notebook and cooling coffee on a small café table against a blue azulejo tile wall in Porto's Bonfim neighborhood, soft morning light.

Sofia Costa · 35mm№33 → Portugal

№ 33 · Portugal · 4 June 2026

The Café in Bonfim With No Name I Can Pronounce

A tiled café in Porto's Bonfim neighborhood. Coffee cooling, notebook open, francesinha untouched. Why some mornings are better spent writing than eating.

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