You hear about Segovia and people say “oh you must visit Segovia, it is beautiful”. So, we found a free overnight parking site close to the town, by the bullring, and went to check it out.
We were knocked sideways when we took our first walk into the town alongside the Roman Aqueduct! The pictures say it all:
I can’t resist a few facts! The 167 arches are made of granite from Guadarrama and are made up of unmortared, brick-like ashlars joined by means of an ingenious force equilibrium.
Max height of bridge: 28.10 metres
Total no of pillars: 120
Total no of arches: 167
The Devil from Segovia
According to legend, sloth rather than Rome was the real mother of the Aqueduct.
A young lady who worked as a water carrier, fed up with carrying her pitcher through the steep streets of the city, made a pact with the Devil; he would keep the woman’s soul if, before the cock crowed the following dawn, he had found a means for water to reach her dwelling.
Conscious of her guilt, the young lady began praying incessantly to avoid the loss of her soul. Meanwhile a storm broke out and the devil started working frantically. Suddenly, the cock crowed and the devil gave a terrifying shriek: for the sake of one more stone he had yet to place, he had lost the girl’s soul.
The girl confessed her deed to the people of Segovia who, after sprinkling the arches with holy water to wipe out any traces of sulphur, happily accepted the new addition to the city.
It is said that the holes which can be seen even today are the devil’s footprints.
Today there is a sculpture of the devil taking a selfie in front of the aqueduct, in tribute to the legend.
After exploring all aspects of the wall we walked through the town streets enjoying the other buildings and finally the Plaza Mayor. We had coffee sitting in the sun then found a bench to sit and eat our sandwiches.
On our second day there, the weather was a lot brighter and we walked on up through the Jewish Quarter to the Alcazar. It was quite a climb and we had been along the outer road first to get the better views of the city wall. I left Clyde having a beer at a small pavement café part of the way up and pushed on to see the view from the other side. I did not go into the Alcazar but the outside was worth a look.
Having satisfied my curiosity, I walked back down the hill and joined Clyde for a beer. We were then joined by an English couple who live in Spain, and had a pleasant half hour chatting in the slowly setting sun. Most convivial.
We will now be those people who say “oh you must visit Segovia, it is beautiful”.