A great museum is one that has great works, ones that stand out. Ones that make up the high points of a university Art History survey course lecture. The memorable … Read more
She: “Why do you want to take my picture?” Me: “Love the hat.” The Christmas Market at the Plaza Mayor in Madrid. Absolutely nothing special about the processing here. Taken … Read more
This trip to Spain was unusual for us. It was fast, it was pre-planned, and it was with four others, Tom’s two brothers and their wives. Tom and I were … Read more
Here are five things I love about Madrid. I find myself going back to the same places over and over again, not because I’m lazy, but because they’re just that … Read more
When Kris and I lived in Madrid thirty-two years ago we worked at a language school that was about eight blocks from our apartment. One of the routes we often took to work took us past a nondescript building with two large oak doors and a small sign beside one of them which identified it as a convent. (Here’s the Google map.)
The same sign offered tours during limited hours, but in all the time we lived here, and in our many subsequent visits to Madrid, we never got around to seeing what was inside the Monasterio de las Descalzas Reales. We remedied that this time.
Madrid, first of all, is a great walking city. If you are staying anywhere near the Puerta del Sol. you’ll perhaps first notice that Madrid got smart several years ago and banned all car traffic in the Puerta itself as well as all streets leading out of it for a distance of several blocks. Usually the only vehicle you’ll ever have to contend with is the occasional taxi that has received dispensation to come into the center to drop passengers at the hotels.
Spaniards love to walk. They do it all the time, but particularly in the early evenings and Sundays when they habitually dar un paseo with their girlfriends, or their extended families, or whomever. They don’t necessarily have any destination in mind, except perhaps a restaurant or bar. They just like to walk.