...where the sun shines till it burnt, where life memories overlapped, and where it felt inexplicably safe. Perhaps it was the siestas, the tabernas, the castellano or the botellón. Perhaps it was the parks, the plazas round the corner, the metro system, or the beautiful people. Perhaps it was how they put turtles in the Atocha train station, how the old ladies walked around with their shopping trolleys and their hand fans, or how everyone complained about how hot it is without really being troubled by it. There were plenty to see but none stunned me and left me wordless, not even Plaza Mayor; but the city's charm was just in the air, and the atmopshere of a city is often what stays. Madrid might just have reshuffled my top 5.
