Madrid in mid-October.
The first thing I notice is not the landscape or the architecture. The first thing I notice is that I’m shivering.
I’ve not spent much time in Europe during autumn and winter in recent years, and I think my blood must have thinned. It can’t be that I’m getting older; that just can’t be the explanation.
However, like all of life’s drawbacks, cold weather has its consolations. In this case, the consolation comes in the form of women’s boots. Having spent almost five years seeing females clad almost exclusively in flip-flops, the sight of fashionable ladies in black knee-length boots evokes feelings not unlike those of listening to the music that so enthralled me as a teenager.
|Old and Impressive|
I have recently read alarmist reports on the internet of rising crime in the Spanish capital. I can’t say I felt particularly threatened or apprehensive during my time there. No more so than anytime I’m in any large Western city, anyway.
|Modern and Surreal|
Just don’t catch what I did.
If you’re going this time of the year, wrap up warm. And ladies, wear boots. If you don’t mind.