Between Light and Shadow

#hellohalloween There’s a few minutes every evening when the Alcázar looks half-real, half-imagined. The sun is gone but the light lingers — soft pink fading into deep blue. The towers look almost translucent, as if painted into the sky. Standing by the wall, the cool air brushes against your face, carrying the scent of distant gardens. In that quiet space between light and shadow, Segovia feels timeless — and the Alcázar, eternal.