Out of Seville Cathedral, I want to go to the Holy Cross. Passers-by can't help pointing at it. Nearby, the area is called the Holy Cross. We choose a lane to walk into the labyrinth-like streets and forget the fantastic old houses on both sides. The name of the Holy Cross comes from the Church of the Holy Cross, which was earlier located in the present place of the Holy Cross Square. The church was built in 1391 and flattened by the invading Napoleonic army in 1810. The square was built after 1918. The metal cross in the middle was moved from other places in the same year. It was originally a lamp post on Seville's ancient commercial street. We didn't find the square. Because some of the streets we passed were less than two metres wide, with only a line of blue sky on our head, we couldn't tell where we were going. In fact, I also enjoy this kind of arbitrary administration. I don't want to go to the scenic spots most, but to hang around in all kinds of small shops. The butcher shop usually displays a huge hamburger with layers of meat, ham, sausage and smoked bacon. The fog circulated in my heart "If I want to eat meat, I need to eat meat. Only when I am full can I have the strength to walk around the earth with you. " Finally, I bought a 3-euro bag of meat similar to smoked meat in the left shop. That satisfied look was caught by my companion and took six consecutive photos. The fog self-feeling was the most beautiful picture of my trip to Spain.