It looked like a window that you could gaze into but it was a pool of water left by the rain. In Segovia’s Plaza Mayor, the cathedral has adopted the habit of always leaving a reflection in the same place. Personally I hate stepping in puddles and getting my shoes wet, but then someone else rushes past, splashing through the puddle. The mirror image of the cathedral disappears momentarily, only for the quivering image to return immediately. The window I know so well is back. I reach the conclusion that Segovia’s cathedral is also eternal in puddles.