Under the leaden sky of Córdoba's Jewish quarter, I find myself strolling through cobblestone alleys. The rain falls gently, casting glimmers on the paving stones, while I hold an umbrella that shelters my path. Around me, history intertwines with the architecture of the mosque, and the soothing melody of rain blends with the murmurs of the streets. In this magical setting, I find peace watching as the water dances among the remnants of the past.