Madrid day 3 I noticed a flyer next to the elevators at the hotel very specifically prohibiting pranking. No other house rules. Just no pranking. Partaking in such tomfoolery would lead to immediate expulsion from you rented room. I walked through Park de El Ritero once again, which was nicely cool in the morning. I visited a peacock garden there. Next I passed a series of bookshops near the Botanical garden, kind of like those…
Madrid day 2 At the breakfast room, a muzak-like cover of “What is Love” was playing, simultaneously the muted TV in the room was showing a long montage of scenes depicting violence as part of the news. The speakers went “…don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me no more” together with the unsolicited acts of violence in the most bizarre vaporwave-ish collage of nineties-centered nihilism hitherto conceived. I walked to metro station, but the entrance was…
Madrid day 1 Got here on a whim, late yesterday to be exact. The hotel was actually student/visitor housing during other parts of the year. Breakfast meager, but the coffee good. Started walking. The interwebs said wearing face masks was no longer mandatory as of late June. However, 86.3-ish percent of people did wear facial masks outside, so I just went with the majority vote. First thing on the agenda was the Thyssen-Bornemisza Museum. For…