"Spain" Spain by Docu2001

It was a summer Sunday morning and I was traveling solo on my way to San Sebastian for a film festival. I had a few hours on my layover and decided to go into Madrid and see what might be open. I took a bus into town and got out at a central location – I can’t recall now where it was but I was in walking distance to the Prado.
I was the first person in line that day, the first person to enter the museum and I walked the aisles almost alone except for other stalwart tourists who began to fill the rooms as the day drew older. Nothing can prepare you for the Goyas, the haunting blues and grays and blacks. Moving through the Prado was like a dream, a dream peopled by gaunt and haunting images of long ago heroes and men of action and glory.

Later I sauntered through the waking streets, stopped in a bakery and tasted something sweet and drank something warm and dark then got on my bus and was soon flying to San Sebastian and other tastes and smells of Spain