Thursday, March 29, 2007

Antique Curtain Streachers

little holiday in Madrid - by bp

Where to start if not from daring departure? Too risky to be considered fatal and non-traffic accidents, work is underway to get to Bergamo. A heart attack, being called to the speaker (name, surname, date of birth, VAT number, shoe size ...) ten minutes before departure.
Madrid? Beautiful, regal, green, tidy, clean and civil. It seems to be in a city of northern Europe with the addition of sun and warm atmosphere. Movida
continuously, day and night. But the working people of Madrid? I wonder. It would appear yes, because the standard of living and the average age of cars. Likely to have flexible schedules or different from each other, I do not know.
A service of metro 'impeccably punctual and very efficient streamlining of traffic on the surface.
The museums, the most famous in the world, are free on Saturday afternoons and Sunday mornings. I thought that we have a ways to go to become a civilized country ... City
alive intellectually. The libraries far outweigh the shops of mobile phones.
Shopping hours are somewhat arbitrary, but provide a service over the whole day, some even in the weekend. The prices of clothing, shoes, etc.. are considerably cheaper than ours. Evidently Spaniards have not been defrauded by a return to the old one with the issue. It 'true that we are to have primacy in Europe! The only drawback
the comida. Fast food galore. The restaurants are in most cases, with little alternative, pork, lamb, tripe, offal of any kind ... the antithesis of Mediterranean cuisine. But dinner in the oldest restaurant in the world how exciting!
Tapas, Madrid pride of the kitchen, are nothing more than taste (look more like leftovers) cold fish, meat, eggs, sausages, masked by sauces of various kinds, not at all inviting. Are served with aperitifs. The white wine is almost banned (and not worth it), the "stained" red, much better.
Guys, forget the chocolate cake!
Milongas? On my concise guide, suitable for long we had cited a milonga in a beautiful eighteenth century building in the heart of Madrid, within walking distance from our hotel, but only on Tuesdays. On other evenings, the restaurant where we were, it was used for other types of music.
And then, if I have to be honest, I had not even brought the shoes almost red ... Freud would say?
That's it! or almost ...

bp

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