Once the workdays and museum visits were behind us, Madrid began to feel different. Less like a place to be understood and more like a place to move through without intention. We spent hours simply walking, letting neighbourhoods lead into one another, stopping when…
Madrid was never meant to be Spain’s most beautiful city. It became its most important one almost by accident. Chosen as the capital in the sixteenth century largely for its geographic position, the town grew inward rather than outward, shaped more by administration than…