De Madrid al cielo y un agujerito para verlo.
Welcome to this blog, on our flat in Madrid (nicknamed 'Mayorcita') and our life in the Spanish capital. Note that this blog is in dormancy since we are no longer living there...
See also a panoramic view as captured by Carlos Sanchez.
We went to see one of our favorite opera, les contes d’Hoffmann at the Teatro Real, own production in collaboration with the opera from Stuttgart. This was on 3 June (2014) (a Tuesday), a day where two lazy students decided to complain about not passing with horrible marks and zero understanding of the topic. The delay occasioned by their theater bringing in succession a plea, then bargaining, then menaces, then insults and finally literally crying, almost made us late for the opera.
The Museo de la Real Academia de Bellas Artes de San Fernando is the top gallery of Madrid on the important-vs-famous scale. Here you can enjoy some major works in an essentially empty museum. With Goya as one of the directors and Picasso, Dalí and Botero as some of the alumni, the Academia is a testimony of Madrid's weight in the history of the fine arts. It has the most important Goya collection after el Prado.
... and over San Andrés.
The holy week is a big business in Spain. Not so much in Madrid, comparatively, but since it is the capital, it still offers orders of magnitude more than one has time to go through. We had the tiniest interaction with the Semana Santa, and as these recollections will show, this was already too much even for a blog post.
Tonight we went to see En Construcción in the sala Mirador, written and interpreted by Nelson Dante and Carolina Román, with direction by Tristán Ulloa, who is "el sexo" in Lucía y el sexo (and the husband of Carolina; he joined them on the scene for the nourished round of applause).
We attended a match of football from the 2013–14 UEFA Champions League in the knockout phase, opposing the Real Madrid to the Borrusia Dortmund.
This is what we do most days of the year since we live in Felipe III. But tonight we will celebrate the first dinner with guests.
El Conde Duque is a cultural center in Madrid set in a former military complex (what a nice reform). It has a Churrigueresque door and offers free art expositions.
These are some pictures I took earlier today of Las Marchas de la dignidad (the walks for dignity) in Madrid.
Mierdo is one of the street artists performing in the Plaza Mayor, the clown with a black nose.
The market of la Cebada is a popular covered market of Madrid, in the Barrio de la Latina. This is where we usually make our "shopping" due to the quality, atmosphere and, ultimately, even good prices.
Flamenco being the most picturesque, emblematic as well as truly beautiful cultural perspective on Spain, we put the Tablao Flamenco high in our agenda.
We went back there again. Madrid was still here. We paid more attention this time, we discovered the Plaza de España, el arbol de Navidad of Sol, the Opera, San Ginés. I realized just how absurdly perched is the Edificio de Correos. The mountains were in the fog. The sun seemed to be on the roof in front.
We sign next week. Thursday the 12th, at 11.
Meanwhile, we did get a lottery ticket (Lotería de Navidad). It "graced" the Puerta del Sol in 1991. Maybe it'll be for Plaza Mayor in 2013.
We feel like we won the lottery, with an anxiety mixed with joy and disbelief in our sheer luck. The anxiety is the agony that strangles you when something is too good to be true, that it might not be true, after all, or that something bad could happen, will happen, must happen, that they won't accept the winning ticket and that the fortune will escape us.