Segovia’s Azoguejo Square is always buzzing with the incessant comings and goings of human beings. Looking down from the top of the Postigo del Consuelo steps, all I can see are miniatures. Compared to the stillness of the massive stone aqueduct, they look like a swarm of ants in constant anarchy. The aqueduct is no more than a silent witness of Segovia in motion.