scribbles tagged ‘Madrid’

cafe society

Tuesday, August 28th, 2007 | tags: , ,  |

cafes to the left.      cafes ahead.      cafes to the right.        

Cafes on the edge of the  Lavapies district of Madrid.  

Perfect places to eavesdrop,   observe locals,    and  tourists. The wait-staff of the two empty cafes ahead hold conversations across the street and physically perk-up whenever potential customers, people, walk down the street between them…

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bidet in waiting

Sunday, August 26th, 2007 | tags: , ,  |

There may be a time in every bidet’s life when it waits on the street.  

The silver Moped  appears to be gaurding the silver Bidet from random attack  by a misguidedly malicious person that may well hold a grudge against bidets in general  due to unfortunate accident in their formative years.   Its possible.   The attacker is unlikely to have been raised in the US where people are  protected from high-risk,   irresponsible, youthful escapades with  bidets.  

Do you think  this bidet is visiting the Hotel?

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big coverup

Monday, August 20th, 2007 | tags: ,  |

The building in the centre of this photograph  is covered in cloth that is coloured to look like the outside of a building.   Behind the cloth I can hear what I pressume to be hammers and drills and conversation,   muffled in the distance.   What a wonderful gift to the inhabitants of the city,   containing the noise and dust of renovation to the building being renovated.  

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eavesdropping in the Latin quarter

Saturday, August 18th, 2007 | tags: ,  |

The man in this photograph was giving the lady a personal guided tour of the Latin Quarter of Madrid.   In English.  

I followed them,   at a distance,   for a couple of miles hearing all sorts of lovely little details.   They nearly discovered me once when they walked down a dead-end alley and turned round to come back out.   Luckily I was still in Hitchcock sleuth mode and  managed to scarper without being spotted or falling over any parked Mopeds.

According to the guide this is the oldest door in Madrid at 500yrs old.   Madrid is a fairly young city by European standards.

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electric prayers

Friday, August 17th, 2007 | tags: , , ,  |

they do not drip messy wax,   they do not blow-out in the gentle church breezes, securely collecting donations,   equal lights for each prayer, only the bulbs need replacing and the cover  eases dusting and cleaning.   These prayer installations were in both the Cathedrals I visited in Spain.


The emotional, sensual, experience of an electric prayer barely touches that of lighting, smelling, watching real candles.  

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Nun and Moon

Monday, August 13th, 2007 | tags: , ,  |

not the name of an English pub.

A Madrid morning moment.

Infront of a Musical Opera shop where Nun and moped pretend that they have never met before.

After taking the photo I joined the game by pretending that I was in an Alfred Hitchocock movie and followed the nun.   Just incase.     I think I managed to stay incognito,   following from a distance,   wearing dark reflective Ray Bans.

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Gran on Gran Via

Saturday, August 11th, 2007 | tags: ,  |


Lady in deceptively slow-moving dress caught undertaking a yellow Moped on Gran Via.   Watch out for the Handbag,   it’s like an air-bag only much harder on sudden contact.

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Oh fickle me and my grazed knee

Monday, August 6th, 2007 | tags: , , , ,  |

I jumped right in and fell-over on my first day in Madrid.  

Nice scrape there on my knee… …and what colour and style are those pants I’m wearing….a shade of khaki…a version of cargo….have I succumbed to the camoflauge of the masses?  

Oh fickle me and my grazed knee.  

We are sat at the beautiful Madrid airport watching the  rain……

the RAIN   in SPAIN waiting for my PLANE

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the internationale

Sunday, August 5th, 2007 | tags: , ,  |

The Spanish locals are wearing the pants of the cargo khaki.   They are internationale.   They are slightly smaller than the US equivalent.   They look like they fit the wearer.    They are all over the place here in Madrid.   Should I be scared or simply make sure I extend my wardrobe to contain the now essential khaki pants des cargo?

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see reasons 1 through 52

Wednesday, August 1st, 2007 | tags: , , ,  |

fifty-third in a Wednesday series of posts attempting to uncover the many mysteries of my singleness

Reason #53:  see reasons 1 though 52

I’m on Holiday in SPAIN,   Madrid,   its and exotic place,   surely you can’t expect me to write sensible reasons for being single when I’m on HOLIDAY.   You’ll have to satisfy your curiosity with a bit of re-visiting earlier gems of delightful rationality because I’m GONE.   Let’s say it together, with feeling,





(gosh,   I hope I’m alright)

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of bartering books and buses

Friday, July 27th, 2007 | tags: , , , ,  |

Fifteen more books successfully released to the safety of half-price books.   In Exchange, three books paroled to the comfort of my handbag   No cash changed hands.   Bargain,   I gained book-shelf space  and topically useful books…  ..I feel a few more books coming on….

Libraries are fabulous social resources whose being is radically changing nature with the emergence of the Internet as an archive and social resources.   This Library,   Escorial, near Madrid has just made it onto my list of way-too-many-places I hope to visit.   I’ll have to use the bus* or train to get there   Brrrrrrmmmmmmm….Brrrrrrmmmmmmmm…..

Without even leaving Madrid I may get to see an Eygyptian temple,  a Palace where the Spanish Inquisition did some of its inquisiting,   fabulous deliberately leaning buildings, a very ornate post-office, a stadium  bull ring, a crystal palace inspired by the London Crystal palace,   bars that Earnest Hemmingway drank in (not all of them),   graveyards, and of course the essential  very tall thing for tourists to go to rather like Seattle’s Space Needle and Portsmouth’s Millenium tower.

Then there are castles to be checked out,   like the Alcazar…   just outside Madrid…   more buses!!

* I  like  riding on  buses

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