November 9: Today in the Plaza Mayor, I met a wineglass virtuoso. Seriously, he was playing Tchaikovsky. It was impressive.
Sarah bought me a stick to chew on. It tasted a little bit like licorice, but mostly like stick. Woody.
We had lunch at a Mexican restaurant with swings at the bar. No barstools at all, just really, really wobbly swings. Yet another brilliant idea that would never fly in the US.
I saw a woman in a glass cage (still not sure whether it was art or advertising),
a park at night,
There’s one restaurant in Madrid that’s so good and so cheap that you have to arrive 30 minutes before it opens to get a seat. Dinner was delicious, but the desserts were mindblowing. We ordered three for two of us, and the slice of chocolate ice cream covered by crème brulee swimming in a sea of rich chocolate sauce was beyond compare.
And on the way home we passed a market where herbalists insist they can cure whatever ails you.
Niels Hoven
