The Sound of Evening

#hellohalloween At the Alcázar, sunset isn’t just seen — it’s heard. The soft whistle of wind through the battlements, the faint murmur of the river far below, the distant bells from the cathedral announcing nightfall. Each sound wraps around you gently, reminding you how alive silence can be. The stone corridors grow cooler, the windows flicker with the reflection of the sky, and you realize — beauty doesn’t always need color or noise; sometimes it’s just this calm rhythm of dusk.