I reached my hotel just in time for a much needed siesta. I poked my head out the door around 5pm. The city was still sleeping and the sun was still strong and hot. I I tried to open my eyes in a new way, searching for signs of geometry in the architecture. wandered the streets, shops and plazas to get a feel for the city.
A few of my observations – I saw a man kiss his horse after a carriage ride around the cathedral. I heard only a few horns, and they went ‘boop, boop’ not ‘beep beep’. I ate croquetas de jamon shaved from pig’s leg on the bar. I listened to people chatting in Spanish as I sat in a plaza resting my feet and eyes. I wandered without purpose along the tiny sidewalks on a maze of streets in the Jewish Quarter. I saw women in fancy dresses, men in suits, women in high heels, wobbly grandmas and grandpas, parents with their children, all riding scooters.