Well not really.
Segovia is currently looking more like a scene from a Disney Christmas movie… it’s full of cheer and couldn’t be further from sinister. The ancient stone streets are dripping with icicle shaped Christmas lights and tiny silver stars. The air is crisp and cool and smells of roasted chestnuts. The shops have put out their best wares and set up extravagant Belénes (Nativity scenes) with the hope of luring passers by, and the bakeries are overflowing with turrón (slabs of nutty chocolately Christmassy goodness) and Rosco de Reyes (Kings ‘Rosco’?, which looks like a giant doughnut and tastes like sugar). The hornos de asar (woodfire oven restaurants, famous for roast lamb and suckling pig) and looking more cosy and inviting than ever. There are even people walking around laden with shopping bags, an uncommon sight these days. And of course, there’s a permanent crowd outside the lottery vendor on Calle Real, the main street. Perhaps it’s just me (I’m a wee bit excited about Christmas), but the mood right now is wondrous and optimistic. This city is just so beautiful.
Last night I took my camera with me to get some photos of the Christmas lights during my usual scoot from house to house, class to class, which criss-crosses half the city. Unfortunately, or rather, predictably, hopelessly me, I was in too much of a rush to stop and take photos early evening, and by the time I was on my way home, the my favourite lights on Calle Real had been turned off. Instead, I ended up catching this one snapshot of a motorcycle zipping through the backstreets behind the Cathedral. It’s not quite what I had in mind for the evening’s photo session…but I like it nonetheless… for some reason it reminds me of Lisbeth Salander from the Millenium trilogy… or a scene from Gotham city…
I’m yet to discover the city’s real underbelly… I have a feeling that it won’t be found within the 5km radius of the old quarter that is my usual stomping ground.