In these early days of autumn, while the weather is still pleasant, Segovia’s Plaza Mayor is a great place to go for a walk or to have a coffee sitting outside one of its bars. Right now Segovia is filled with that aroma provincial cities have, particularly on an evening. Time seems to stand still here, or at least pass very slowly, as if the world is turning at different speed while the city goes at its own pace. I don’t do crowds, hordes, seething masses or the noise of large cities. Segovia is my kind of place. It may seem old and quaint and as if the passage of time here is measured by an hourglass, but Segovia knows that by moving at its own unhurried pace it will never lose its essence of a very small big city.