Madrid, you will kill me!
|Sherry! In a bar old enough for Laurie Lee to have drank in.|
We did try to be cultured; on our first night we went looking for a street Laurie Lee went drinking on back in the 1930s. All the brothel-bars Lee visited are gone, but we did find a sherry bar, about a century old. It had suitably grumpy staff; I guess if you have to spend every night telling people you sell sherry, nothing but sherry, and no they cannot have a beer, it gets a bit wearing. Thanks to Laurie we got soundly drunk and ended up in all sorts of places on that first night, including an Andalucian bar, a Pompeii-themed bar, and one I suspect might have been aimed at lesbians, given the tile murals of naked ladies (some enjoying each other's company) and the pretty couple on a dinner date next to us! Ah, Madrid.
|Kitchen in the Decorative Arts Museum.|
I know most people seem to prefer Barcelona, but I really love Madrid.