If the old town is covered by mist, fantastic architectures will arise in front of our eyes, illuminated towers like ghostly ships and mysterious shadows unable to ward off the chiming of the Berenguela bell. Then we will unavoidably recall Torrente Ballester’s words: “Compostela is made around the bell. The bell creates everything day by day, century by century, doing nothing more than telling the time. And the mist is the chaos from which the bell draws things out.”