The baroque palace fails to retain my attention. The tall trees in its garden have rivaled and even surpassed its beauty. Gold-laced, they reach for the clouds and run in thickets till they hit the mountain in the horizon. In this garden, every leaf is bright yellow. For years, I have only seen ‘autumn(fall) colours’ virtually. But this time they are real, touchable. I enjoy this natural spectacle for the first time in my life in the gardens of the Royal Palace of La Granja de San Ildefonso, 10 kilometres from the town of Segovia in Spain. It is November and the sky is opening up in intervals, drenching everyone…