Calle De La Curia, September 2015. In late 2015 I’d just finished teaching an English summer camp in Castro Urdiales, a small coastal town outside Bilbao. Excited to be heading off on a two-week wander across northern Spain, I’d been particularly fascinated by the prospect of Pamplona because of its Hemingway connections and notoriety for the running of the bulls. One of Spain’s architectural highlights, the city was quick to reel me in with its spectacular old quarter, a maze of narrow streets stuffed with Romanesque, baroque and gothic era buildings. This photo summed up Pamplona’s vibe perfectly. It was mid-afternoon and I had the street to myself, all but one of the shops closed for siesta. Slowly making my way up towards the imposing outline of the Cathedral, I ended up spending an hour inside, checking out its lavish interior, pretty courtyard, solemn rectory and eerie mausoleum.