Snow suddenly began to fall heavily on the Plaza Mayor. All of us there ran for shelter – all except one woman. She stood stock still. A man rushed up to her, put his arms round her and gave her a kiss that seemed to go on forever. The two lovers ran off together down – Read More –
The sun, still low in the sky, casts long shadows. They’re like the arms of the giant which, since early morning, have wanted to wrap themselves around the whole city as if it belonged to them. Sunlight and shadows go up against each other first thing in morning more than any other time of day, – Read More –
The unexpected arrival of snow transformed Segovia´s Plaza Mayor into a pointillist painting, which could have been mistaken for the work of Georges Seurat or Paul Signac. A mass of cold air and clouds laden with water had been closing in by stealth on the city all afternoon. Everything was painted white in just a – Read More –
Winter has let up for a while. On this February afternoon, the city is bathed in sun, which warms it up for a few hours. Although this taste of spring is just a beautiful mirage, it’s a good time to stop, maybe just rest a while, and take in the overwhelming presence of the stone – Read More –
It’s coming in dark now. The light is fading fast and it won’t be very long before a precipitous wintry darkness envelops everything. Under the archway of Santiago’s Gate, which leads through Segovia’s city walls to the San Marcos district, a couple strolls along, oblivious to everything. Picture postcards of my old city that I – Read More –
What stands out here are the arcades, which are home to a good number of banks, small businesses and bars. “Avenida de El Acueducto” has to be the busiest thoroughfare in Segovia. I have childhood memories of heavy traffic and the constant comings and goings of people on its pavements. It used to be a main – Read More –
The city has turned passersby into shadows. The idea of anonymous beings walking around like ghosts puts my imagination into overdrive. Armed with my trusty camera, I watch them wandering about. They’re like ants, zig-zagging between streets. In a few minutes’ time night will make the shadows disappear, and the street will be deserted.
From the inside of this café, I have the feeling that life is going by slowly. The rain keeps falling and passersby keep going past in dribs and drabs. Watching the rain outside, coffee in hand, makes a person feel cozy and safe.
The owner of this establishment opened the store after his lunch break. It was four o’ clock in the afternoon. He delicately placed a beautiful wooden horse right in the entrance. I thought the wooden toy was a wonderful and unusual way of attracting the attention of tourists. The shelves in the store were chock-full – Read More –
Things that were really valuable at one time are mere trinkets today. A little market stall sells objects that may have meant something to somebody once, and are waiting to mean something to somebody else.