Balconies & Impromptu jams

Struggling to make myself sit down and write – but dammit I will!
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Madrid was a sweltering humid 34 degrees when I landed at like…6pm

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Fact:  The sun doesnt go down here until like 10pm?! And everyone’s out all night.  AWESOME. My kind of place.

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The view from my dorm room balcony is gorgeous. Observe:

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Began my wander at about 10pm.  Plaza Mayor is stunning. The stones on the ground are warm and smooth. I sat in the middle of the plaza for ages and let everything sink in. The buskers, the people, the kids and ball games, the music…*sigh*

Plaza Mayor

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More solo wanderings led me to the Palacio Real, which revealed itself in front of me after various laneways of gorgeous balcony’d (yes, it’s a word now) buildings.  Stunning lit up bright white at night.  Once again, I found myself a patch of warm cement to sit on and chill.

Palacio Real (Royal Palace)

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Impromptu music jam

I returned to Plaza Mayor after my wander down to the Palacio Real.

Most of the tourists and cafe crowds had filtered out by now.  There was a crowd clapping in syncopated rhythms around a guy playing Spanish guitar.  I ambled over to observe.  They would clap and sway and pass the guitar around, and pretty soon the air was filled with passionate voices, heated beats and even topless men stomping out the rhythm in the middle of the circle.

Not the music jam - but an artist busker making a toilet paper sculpture over an air vent in Plaza Mayor

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Loved the impromptu jam 🙂

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xox

Ange

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