As always happens I smelled it before I saw it… even through my mask! It was a soft warm spring afternoon and I was walking back to the centre after having had lunch in Triana and suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks because THERE IS WAS. That gorgeous fragrance of azahar (orange blossom) that always takes me to a happy place. I’d been noticing buds on the trees for the past week or so but today was the first time I actually saw and smelled the blossoms. Oh my god… so happy.