While on a trip to Seville, Aaron Stigman and his wife wake up early one morning and take to the thoroughfare. They have surveying equipment they use to triangulate a location near a “monumental equestrian statue” of an eleventh century Spanish Knight, El Cid. While doing so, they attract a relatively large and inquisitive crowd and narrowly escape an encounter with the police. They hop in to a cab and return to their hotel. They return later in the day to the site of the monument and lay a wreath, after which they are intercepted by the police officer who saw them earlier. The officer inquires as to what their business is, and Stigman explains that he had laid the wreath for sentimental purposes that are private in nature. Unsatisfied with this answer, the officer escorts Stigman and his wife back to the station. They are questioned by an inspector and lawyer.  Stigman explains that he and his wife had rented the surveying equipment to locate where to lay the wreath, and that they had done nothing wrong. The lawyer instructs the inspector to release them and offers to guide them back to their hotel. They stop off at a local restaurant where the lawyer suggests that he knows why Stigman and his wife laid the wreath where they did: the monument sits on the historic site of Seville’s first quemadero, a site of execution during the Spanish Inquisitions. Stigman concedes and explains that he wanted to honor the Jewish heretics that were persecuted during this time. The lawyer remarks that he too venerates those martyrs, but that Stigman is naive to think his tribute would resonate anywhere else outside his consciousness. They conclude dinner, and the lawyer continues en route to their hotel. Along the way, Stigman remembers that he left the wreath at the restaurant.