After a week of solid rain, the city came out in force today to worship the first serious sign of spring sunshine. Cafes brushed off their outdoor furniture - competition for seats was pretty fierce. This guy in Plaza Mayor was probably worn out.
Sunday 28 February 2010
El Escorial
Thursday 25 February 2010
like a seive
Everytime there is even a slight drizzle these buckets appear all over the metro, it seems to leak in just about every station for some reason.
Hmm...I think I'll try to take some photos not related to public transport next week!
Hmm...I think I'll try to take some photos not related to public transport next week!
Sunday 21 February 2010
Saturday 20 February 2010
What's up bus man ?
Thursday 18 February 2010
Tuesday 16 February 2010
Monday 15 February 2010
Sunday 14 February 2010
malvarosa beach
leave before the lights come on
Friday 12 February 2010
out of context
Thursday 11 February 2010
Wednesday 10 February 2010
Tuesday 9 February 2010
Feeling Lucky
I pass this betting shop every day on the way home from work and usually peer round the corner like the guy above to see whats going on in the world of sport. Aside from Spanish football, they are almost always showing English greyhound racing, including (interestingly) live races from Sheffield. Weird to think that when you're driving past the Owlerton Stadium in Hillsborough, there are a bunch of guys sat at the same time on gaudy plastic bar stools a thousand miles away, watching the same motorized rabbit go round the same track...
Monday 8 February 2010
Sunday 7 February 2010
Day trip in Toledo
Friday 5 February 2010
Tuesday 2 February 2010
El Brilliante
My parents are in town this week so I've been doing my best to play tour guide and show them my favourite parts of the city. Whilst thinking about where to go, I decided (maybe a bit pompously), that with no Eye, Eiffel tower or Gaudi - Madrid is less about seeing, and much more about doing. Of the list of things I came up with, I think eating fried seafood, sipping cold beer, getting scowled out by hairy barmen, and then chucking your used napkins and olive stones on the floor, -in whatever bar- has to rank pretty high.
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