Photos from Madrid.
There aren't that many of them because I was mainly miserable in Madrid, and they aren't that good, but still.
The road from Barcelona to Madrid.
This was a block or so from my hostel. I was intrigued but also sufficiently intimidated by the possibly overwhelming awesomeness of it all - because the full name of this fine establishment was CHER'S LASER KARAOKE BAR. Anna, the British girl I befriended, said, "Well of course if you're going to go to laser karaoke, you have to go to Cher's."
I have no idea what these are. I just thought they were pretty.
Same for these.
This is a corner of the Palacio de Comunicaciones which is... the central post office. And was apparently built to be the central post office of Madrid. They don't fuck around with architecture in Europe.
They don't fuck around with pigeon counting either.
It's the Ritz!
Neptune's Fountain and the Plaza de Cibeles - featuring the "Oh, you!" lion gracing the postcard I sent to la_magdalena.
My eleventh-grade Spanish prof would make very enthusiastic arm motions while telling us all about Spain's monuments, and I can still remember her going, "LA PUERTA DE AL-CA-LA!" and beaming not at her bored hateful students but at whatever memory or daydream she was privately seeing.
The road from Barcelona to Madrid.
This was a block or so from my hostel. I was intrigued but also sufficiently intimidated by the possibly overwhelming awesomeness of it all - because the full name of this fine establishment was CHER'S LASER KARAOKE BAR. Anna, the British girl I befriended, said, "Well of course if you're going to go to laser karaoke, you have to go to Cher's."
I have no idea what these are. I just thought they were pretty.
Same for these.
This is a corner of the Palacio de Comunicaciones which is... the central post office. And was apparently built to be the central post office of Madrid. They don't fuck around with architecture in Europe.
They don't fuck around with pigeon counting either.
It's the Ritz!
Neptune's Fountain and the Plaza de Cibeles - featuring the "Oh, you!" lion gracing the postcard I sent to la_magdalena.
My eleventh-grade Spanish prof would make very enthusiastic arm motions while telling us all about Spain's monuments, and I can still remember her going, "LA PUERTA DE AL-CA-LA!" and beaming not at her bored hateful students but at whatever memory or daydream she was privately seeing.