Madrid 2, Spain

7 November 2016


This is, unashamedly, a picture gallery of the last days I spent in Madrid with my eldest daughter, Alice, and her lovely friend Heather.



There are no kilometres of northern Spanish paths to walk with a rucksack on my bag here in the city; but kilometres of pavements and grand monuments against those ever-blue skies. So much to see!




Leafy streets, dappled sunshine

I have definitely fallen for the coloured buildings in Spain, especially rose pink and ochre together. As well as walking around the tourist areas, we were lead into the less well-known-to-tourists parts, and discovered, as you do, unexpected delights.

Iglesia de San Andres



Gorgeous church ceilings.

San Francisco El Grande


I found the detail of street signs and graffiti very attractive.




We met Gill for lunch so she could bring me my bag – many thanks for your kindness in the middle of a hard working day, Gill. I visited the APSE centre. It turns out that Shiatsu rooms are the same the world over. How reassuring!

APSE – Asociacion de profesionales de Shiatsu

The early evening and nights saw Madrid in just as beautiful a light. The Temple of Debod is ‘one of the most unusual sights in Parque del Oeste, a park near the Royal Palace. The temple to the Egyptian goddess Isis once stood on the banks of the Nile. The construction of Egypt’s great Dam of Aswan meant that several historic monuments had to be moved in order to preserve them from flooding. Spain stepped in to assist and as an expression of gratitude, the Egyptian government gave the Temple of Debod to Spain in 1968’!

Temple of Debod.
Catedral Santa Maria la Real de la Almudena


Whilst being happy in the present company, I was aware of also wishing for the hills and Camino in the midst of this busy metropolis. One of the reasons I came to Spain was to give myself time and space to discover where I am happiest, and I seem to be rural at heart!

‘To be bound in nature is perpetually distracting. Everything talks to you, greets you, demands your attention.’

p.54 A Philosophy of Walking, Frédéric Gros

The hills in the distance – far away

Madrid – doors galore!

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