Seville for The Thrill Seekers: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

Hire a bike in Triana and ride the flat river path past the Expo island to Calatrava's bridge and back, twenty kilometres before dark.

The walkway on top of the timber mushrooms at sunset, lattice shadows on the plaza; the lift up, the stairs down.

Recovery croquetas and a solomillo al whisky at the counter of a Macarena bar hung with pictures of the Virgin and hams.

An hour and a half north: a walk through the limestone pinnacles of an old iron mine, or the via ferrata bolted onto them.

Hot, warm and cold pools under a sixteenth-century roof to put the legs back; the cold one is the point.

Market cooking on plates meant for sharing, tuna tartare and pork cheeks, at a table you booked from the car.

Ninety minutes on the cathedral's roofs and buttresses, up spiral stairs behind a guide, level with the Giralda's shoulder; book days ahead.

Salmorejo and a bruschetta at the corner bar on the Alfalfa, standing, then a siesta that is earned.

Run the loops of the Alamillo park, flat and shaded, where the city's runners meet on Sunday evenings once the heat drops.

Five kilometres of avenues and fountains before the gardeners, finishing on the half-moon of the Plaza de España.

Thirty-five ramps, not stairs, built so the muezzin could ride up; take them at a jog and the bells are yours.

A piripi, pork loin with bacon and cheese on a roll, and a beer at the counter by the bullring before the airport bus from Plaza de Armas.