The traffic, the bustle, the sophisticated and beautiful people — tanned and rejuvenated after August in Cádiz or Valencia or Almería — marching and swaying, giggling arm in arm, drawn towards the dizzying lights of the Madrid night. A care-free, giddy human chain of mischievous excitement. Monday morning a million miles away.

While lugging two bulging and wobbly-wheeled suitcases up Gran Via on that stifling Saturday night in September 2016, I had that giddy feeling you get in Times Square for the first time. By then, I had crammed all the classic books on Spain — the likes of Giles…

Brendan Boyle

Irish - living in Madrid. Write about Spain, its cities and culture; real people and places; current affairs. Supporter of real journalism.

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