This was the city we hoped to discover. The Valencia of artisans, of silk, heir to the thousands of master silk makers of the 15th century, who turned it into a cosmopolitan, seductive and dynamic trading port in the center of Spain’s eastern coastline. A hub on the ancient Silk Road, the city’s intense commercial activity was comparable to that of Venice, Genoa or Marseille, and it was a crossroads of cultures which, coexisting in harmony, shaped the open, hospitable character the city has to this day. We were looking for that spirit of meticulous, finely detailed ornamentation, capable both of refinement and excess, as intrinsic to the city as the golden light captured in Sorolla’s luminous canvases. A Mediterranean city, surrounded by fertile farmland; a city that made the orange its symbol and adopted orange blossom as its perfume. Whose people invented paella, Spain’s most festive dish, using the ingredients they found in the freshwater lagoon of Albufera. Pedro García’s Valencia.