Segovia looks like a town taken from films. The beauty of its ins and outs, the singularity of its monuments, the evocative power of its streets, its scenery, always sheltered by that special light, have many times been witness of the town as a film studio.
Sreets are used to lights and the clicking of clapperboards. They have many times been accomplices of the magic of a new-born film. They have offered their appearance and they have frequently worn disguises inspirated in the past, future, war, peace, love, hate, tragedy or comedy. They have been stages for many stories as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
There is a long-term affair between Segovia and the cinema world since, long time ago, the cinema fell deeply in love with the town. It caressed its skyline, tenderly discovering its most beautiful in and outs, it was haunted with its nights breeze and shivered with the fantasy of its dream-like charms. Yes, a long-term affair which has been reflected in many films in which Segovia has proudly and beautifully shown its charms to be not only a witness but also stage for an endless range of fantasies.
A welcoming town, with a long ancient past warped by different cultures, daughter of an old bridge made of stone and water, whose course reflects life since the beginning of times, and is still expecting a script which would bring back the great stage machinery to its streets, squares, house…keeps awaiting with a smile to compensate the seventh art for the love it once proposed.