And now, my fellow time travellers, our route continues along one the most eye-catching and charming streets in all of Arcos de la Frontera. Its narrowness, which hugs the stone setting, affords cooling shade that turns this pathway into a genuine delight in the roaring heat of summer days. Have you not noticed by chance that every word you speak is echoed around the street? Each word, each whisper, is reflected with a clarity that speaks to us of the past.
Gazing upwards, admire how the elegant city mansions stoop over the cliff side with dignity, our beloved Crag. Amongst the people who reside there, we find the noble Maldonado family, a landowner basting vast terrains in our region. Quite often, my husband is invited to join them on the hunting trips they ar-range on their lands. And now, upon reaching the tile that adorns the street, cast your eyes on the two keys of Saint Peter, which indicate the name of the neighbourhood that bears his holy name. Let us move on then, my dear friends, as Saint Peter’s Church awaits us.