Look down below you, where the water follows its eternal journey. The Guadalete River gently mean-ders, staking out a liquid pathway between the two crags that endow the city with its soul. On its banks, the vegetation swirls to form a riverbank woodland that breathes in tune with the water.
This is a shelter, a green corridor in which nature finds its space. Poplars and ash trees stretch their branches out toward the current, while the tearful willow trees kiss the surface. During springtime, the air is laden with fresh aromas and goldfinch in full song.
Our gaze remains fixed on the river, and we reveal the pathway that joins the two crags, where the shade provided by the trees covers us and the footprints of tiny animals mark out the damp land. Herons, black-birds and otters find their homes here.
This riverbank woodland is a quivering ecosystem. It walks alongside the river, listens to its voice and stores in its memory this alcove in which land and water embrace each other. Let us move on to the next point, which as my grandad rightly used to call the most stunning view in Arcos.