When we got into Pastrana, I had to make a couple of weird and wonderful turns because Sergi was obviously unsure of how to get to the square - Plaza de la Hora - where the others had parked. There was at least ONE friendly face when I got off my bike and began to explore - a cute little baby terrier! I'll always remember Pastrana as being the "City of Doors". Within 50 metres of the square, I'd seen more beautiful and diverse wooden doors than you normally see in an entire neighbourhood. Perhaps the craftsman lives right in Pastrana!