It belongs to no one, if not its shells
The Casa de las Conchas (House of shells) claims its uniqueness to the four winds that cross it. It brings a late Gothic style coupled with the renewed enthusiasm of the Renaissance but still keeps its Moorish feel. The Casa de las Conchas does not want to belong to anyone but the 300 shells that caress its facade.
It was born as Salamanca's historic centre, to form a unit, an art complex worthy of being considered a World Heritage Site. But in this wink that brings success, its shells grant it a relevance above the buildings that surround it, which makes it an object for the curious tourists and foreigners who smile in front of its facade.
I love it. I know I've arrived in Salamanca when I run into its shells. Its then that the streets and gardens lose their anonymity and I feel the joy and the longing to be in the Salamancan capital.
What nature does not give, Salamanca does not provide. Or maybe it does. For now I'll tell you a secret. I am told that under one of the shells is a gold coin. Can you find out which?