After wandering about for some time in a King's version of a summer cottage, we went to Segovia: the home of small barbequed piglets and innumerable cozy streets...I had Cochinillo: asking for anything else would be like..like...eating Pasta in New Dehli. Or something. The Old Town is beautiful, and full of little shops and clothes hanging out to dry from the balconies, and the roman aqueduct is astonishing and elegant and massive...But it is not enough with an aqueduct; the town also bosts of a gothic cathedral that glows at sunset and Alcazar, a castle that looks almost fairytale-ish...
Again, I'd like to go back, and really explore the town down to its last cobblestone, sit and draw and just look. Especially at sunset. Like most central Spain, the palette is brown, dust, sand..until the sun sets, and everything starts to glow an incadecent golden orange. The sand colored buildings, the earth comes to live...
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