Less than a week left. I finally feel like I have sunk into a nice little routine here and I don’t want to leave it so soon. There is still so much left I want to do here and there is also so much I need to do, but the times I’ve most appreciated Madrid have been on nights like tonight when I haven’t really been doing anything in particular. On my solo ramblings is when I’ve really been able to realize the charm of the city, and tonight as I walked in front of the Spanish Royal Palace, the city was just oozing charm out of every orifice.
I had just finished having a delicious meal at the Mercado San Miguel and started making my way back home as it started to drizzle. After weeks of intense heat, a cool rain was exactly what I wanted. It filled the air with a delicious fresh smell and made the streets twinkle from the ornate street lamps. The sky was dark purple and the rain had drove many people inside making the streets quiet. Most of the shops were closing or already closed, but as I rounded the corner to see the grandly lit buildings surrounding the perfect gardens of Plaza de Oriente, I heard music. I made my way closer and saw a pianist playing outside underneath an awning at one of the beautiful restaurants. There was only one couple left at the place, but the pianist still played music that filled the square.
It felt like I had just walked into Midnight in Paris, but instead of Paris it was Madrid, and instead of being a movie it was real. Even though it was raining, I sat down on a bench for ten minutes with my jaw on the sidewalk to take it all in. I couldn’t even bring myself to take a photo because it wouldn’t have came close.
But here are some photos from before my delicious paella dinner and surreal experience.
“You know, I sometimes think, how is anyone ever gonna come up with a book, or a painting, or a symphony, or a sculpture that can compete with a great city. You can’t. Because you look around and every street, every boulevard, is its own special art form…”