Like a stony ship, Segovia sails at dawn in a sea of deep blue sky. In the silence of dawn the sacred songs of ancient Segovian Jews still seem to resonate. On their narrow streets they return, whispering stories and legends, with each dawn.
Like a stony ship, Segovia sails at dawn in a sea of deep blue sky. In the silence of dawn the sacred songs of ancient Segovian Jews still seem to resonate. On their narrow streets they return, whispering stories and legends, with each dawn.