Madrid

After the last hectic two weeks, Madrid has been a slow, steady cruise, up late, not too much walking, a fair bit of sitting. Sitting in the Irish Pub off Plaza de la Cibeles watching the State of Origin, wandering through the excellent Botanical Gardens and ticking a few more paintings we wanted to see off our list in the Reina Sofia Gallery.

An exhibition of Dalis ticked dozens off in the old brown covered black and white illustrated art book from 1969, Joan Miro sculptures a few more and Picasso’s massive Guernica got the big tick of approval. He and others painted some powerful work during the thirties at the time of the Civil War. No photos, so had to draw a picture.

We’ve tested the Citroen out around the city a few times. Being brand new has no faults other than the driver, perhaps. Sharon has found that they make hand rests on the doors that mould perfectly to her hands and fingernails. Amazing French technology!

Last day in Madrid today, Sharon’s birthday. The young Spanish waiter from Salamanca asked if she was twenty. She bought a dress and is wearing the necklace I haggled from the Berber on top of Tizi-n-test in Morocco.

Off to the south tomorrow, Toledo perhaps.