Where am I?

My now-grown godchildren are presently managing the homefront in Utah,

while I wandering around an EXOTIC CITY

where residents air their bedding right out their front-facing windows.

(See bedding, upper right.)

Other window in town are sporting freshly-washed garments and dish towels.

Looking down, I see water flowing freely,
as it has for centuries.

Sometimes, the free-flowing water is combined
with edifying art.

After all, it's an artsy sort of town.

Wisteria vines, blooming everywhere, provide both ambience and a heavenly scent.

I TAKE IT ALL IN,
as I slowly wander my way through
this ancient city,
meeting fascinating people all along the way . . .

. . . including three Catholic nuns with whom I shared a lovely chat while we all consumed GELATOS. They weren't thrilled about joining me in a photo and I totally get that. However, they were tickled to snap a shot of me solita, chuckling like I was their darling little grandchild. Well, they WERE old enough to be my grandmothers. But not too old for GELATOS!

I don't speak the native tongue of these women "of the cloth",

but I speak a sister language - Espanol.

And if you haven't guessed where I am,

THIS IS YOUR FINAL CLUE:

If you still don't know,

retake World History 101.

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I'm so thrilled to be here!