Throughout our stroll down this street, you will have been able to notice, my trusty entourage, how each corner of this path is adorned by the presence of the Mercedarian Nuns’ Covent, whose walls, acting as silent witnesses, stow centuries of unspoken devotion and toil.

In its interior, we find my dear Aunt, the Abess, who I mentioned at the start of the visit. Indeed, her hands are second to none! She bakes some delicious buns that she sells through the aforementioned hatch.

The origins of these buns date back to the Muslim period. They are made from flour, olive oil, almonds, anise and sesame, Their aroma is quite enticing indeed. They are homemade baked goods that we often prepare for Holy Week and Easter, and when they are in the oven, the entire house is filled with the un-mistakable smell that informs our residents that Lent is upon us.

The other day I was treated to a pleasant surprise when visiting my aunt, as I was lucky enough to feast my eyes on one of her most valued treasures: a figure of the infant Jesus named “The Emperor”, an ex-quisitely carved piece created by the hand of the renowned sculptor Luisa Ignacia Roldán, better known as "La Roldana".

If I shift my gaze ahead of me, it saddens me greatly to see how the temple remains unfinished. I recall that in the year 1759, following the birth of my second son, during my strolls, I would marvel at the con-struction of a stunning temple carried out by the Jesuit Fathers. Men of deep-rooted faith who aimed for people’s wellbeing to be improved, regardless of their beliefs or cultures. Eight years later, our King, his Majesty Carlos, banished the Jesuits from our country, thus preventing the work’s completion.

Now, we shall continue along this path and allow me to guide you to the next stop on our route, where other wonders our city boasts await us.