I am in Madrid this weekend to attend a
conference on the economic analysis of intellectual property. I am really looking forward to spending some time with my friend,
Stan Liebowitz at the conference (who is doing some interesting empirical work in the field).
The conference starts on Monday, but I arrived Friday evening so I could do some sight-seeing first. I had no idea where to stay or what to do here, and the conference organizers booked me into this hotel.
As you can see from the "norte" it is in the north end of Madrid, in a newish business section of the city. Unfortunately it is miles and miles and miles from central and old Madrid, so I am quickly familiarizing myself with the Metro/subway here, having bought a tourist 5-day pass.
As you look north from the steps of the hotel, you see all the construction continuing in this section of town. Spain, like Ireland, seems to be booming in part as a result of its entry into the European Union.
The hotel is on a short street named Mauricio Ravel. I think he probably deserves more that a two-block-long street named in his honour, don't you? But maybe it's because
Ravel was French, even though Bolero was a (sort of) Spanish dance piece. Or, more likely, it's named for someone else who isn't even listed in Wikipedia.
I arrived at about 6:30pm and had read that the city just wakes up then and stays up very late.
So after checking in, I started walking south toward the main part of the city (note: I never really got there). The first place I passed of interest was a shop with this in its window:
An interesting toilet paper holder, but even more interesting toilet paper! I've never seen toilet paper in those colours before, and I'm not sure I'd want to use it. I'd seen
pink crepe paper masquerading as toilet paper near the Victoria Gardens in London, but never these colours.
A bit further south is the Plaza Castilla. That diamond shape sculpture in the foreground is not really all that tall (maybe 3or4 stories tall), but look at the twin buildings behind it! I sure hope (and certainly expect) that they are well-anchored because they look as if they would fall over if you let too many people visit the upper floors. You can see the construction just north of my hotel in the very centre of the photo.
After I walked south some more, I decided to stop walking (I've been doing far too much walking lately) and went into the next place I saw (after making that decision) that had outside tables where I could sit and drink some beer or wine.
Btw, the temp at 7pm was shown by several places as 32.5C, which is about 149F, I think. Or so it felt after leaving cool England. Thank goodness the forecast highs for the next few days are only in the mid 20s. I brought along a pair of shorts to wear, but I noticed last night that I saw zero men wearing shorts in this part of Madrid, and heaven knows I do not want to stand out, looking like a tourist (of course the only short-sleeve shirt I brought was my Eastbourne soccer/football shirt, which is probably a tip-off anyway....). I didn't bring any sunscreen, so I went into a pharmacy to buy some. They wanted 21 Euros for a small thing of 50block — that's about $30 Cdn or so. I decided to look elsewhere.
The first food and drink place I went into didn't serve wine, so I tried to order a beer. But the server didn't know English, and the phrase section in my travel guide didn't have the word for "beer". Another customer helped me out though.
The woman who helped me there chided me for not ordering a sandwich, too, because that place just happened to be the best place in Madrid for sandwiches, according to her. I told her I was saving room for food from some tapas bars — bars where they serve little bits of food to go with your drinks. She pointed me in the direction of several that she said were very good.
But when I got to them, I realized they were very upscale, and I really wanted more of a smaller neighbourhood type place where the waiters weren't wearing tuxes. So I wandered on south, thinking I might go past the the stadium where Real Madrid plays football/soccer, but I didn't get that far. I passed a smallish corner place that had a few tables and lots of glasses hanging over the bar and all the patrons were looking at the far wall. I figured they were watching something on tv, so I stopped to look.
Yup, a
bullfight. So I went in. That bartender also spoke no English, but I had memorized how to say "a glass red wine please", figuring I'd stay watch a bit of the bull fight and try to figure it out. He poured some wine for me, and then put up a plate of tapas — a small ham and potato thingy that was sort of nice, and I hadn't even expected it. It turned out to be one of the places where tapas are complimentary.
I had that wine, watched tv and then had another. The second plate of tapas was a small piece of bread (from a baguette) and some thinly sliced dried sausage/salami type of meat.
Bullfighting. I really can't understand it. I'll have to read up on it some more before Sunday, when I think I might go to one with my friend Stan and his wife. but it looks pretty damned cruel, even to me, a devout speci-ist.
By the time I'd had a beer and two glasses of wine, I was pretty blitzed. and I had at least a mile, maybe two, to walk to get back to my hotel. It was 9:30 by then, and the city was just coming alive. That's so hard for me to get used to. People just going out to eat so late, even in delicatessens, some obviously just leaving work:
Look at all that ham!! And look at the old guy who had pulled up a chair so he could play the slot machine there.
As I continued to walk home, I saw this car, an
Aixam "half-car" which is a French vehicle that is probably too underpowered to make it in North
America. Cute, eh?
And then in a bus stop, I saw a sign for my favourite soft drink, Coke Zero. I don't know Spanish, but I agreed with the ad that seems to be saying something like "It tastes just like the original Coke, not like crappy old Tab or Diet Coke"-- that's a very loose translation.
Sadly, though, it doesn't. I bought some, and the Spanish version tastes nothing like the original Coke in North America anyway. So I'll have to stick to beer and red wine.