idiot with the coat 
Ok, I admit. I left the fray without studying. With the excuse that I had little time I said to myself "Come on, you want to be? We will see what to do."
sure that at least the weather ...
In Madrid it is spring, so I tell you, just in case anybody cares. We want to say late April? Here, yes, it can go. It's hot. Hot! That lovely warm, pleasant. That first hot that makes you want ice cream, which allows you to dine outdoors (I want to talk about? But how good the first outdoor dining after a cold winter?! Or rather, in this case, In the midst of a cold winter ?). That hot, mmmmhhhchebello, allows you to walk around without socks, and even that hot that it forces you to buy on the spot a couple of dancers (or rather two, two pairs of dancers, and a pair of sandals, and a pair of canvas shoes with sequins, flowers and yes, I almost thirty years, but they were so ....), Belline mica that can go around without socks Scarpaccia of winter. Am I right?
that heat that makes you take how sunflower, that makes you turn the little face to the rays, as soon as you sit on a bench. The heat that makes it pleasant, in fact, sitting on a bench doing nothing.
And everything I have thought well to go with her coat. And it went very well, given that only last I decided to give a turn off to down. Here in Madrid there was that hot for that, scarrozza all day in a coat arms is not nice.
Well, for this weather pleasant surprise, I liked Madrid.
the end it was as I had planned: see you there to do. And to do was walk, run long, long, with no half with no particular place to want to visit this after excluding the Prado and he postponed the visit to the next step.
walk then usual and look around. Trying to catch the details, those silly things that you will stay, that will amaze you or make you smile. Those who did not expect, or ones that make you say, ah heck, but then that's it, it was not just a cliché.
In Madrid people are physically very nice. Although I had not particularly excited about Paris, I did not deny the attractiveness of the Parisians. Well, Madrid beats Paris. Some blacks eyes, some green eyes ...
In Madrid there are many dogs, but many eh!
Madrid are ahead, so as to make condoms & co in the pharmacy window, in order to understand this-maybe-to guys, they're going to buy something that will allow them to have fun in an adult and responsible . Just like here, where you ask the pharmacist to order, so to stall: moment, benagol, a box of aspirin, an expensive mouthwash, cough syrup, and one which you said in a whisper also
unaoeioneieeaivi , then that would be "a box of condoms" must-poor high-rise on a scale, or fall in the underground vault to recover what you ask.
stuff that is a later one becomes more relaxed with his pusher that with the pharmacist.
In Madrid there must be quite a lot of people dedicated to the craft (I said I'm ahead). I've seen things you crafters Italian ... Millemila textile shops, but many eh! And many haberdashery and all stocked in the center. Incidentally, just arrived by subway from the airport to Sol, the first display I saw was exactly that of a shop, exactly a showcase full of balls. Not a bad first impact, no?
However, haberdashery never seen two to seven or eight windows side by side? I have entered a just, when I came out I was too experienced to continue. Esselunga the present on Christmas Eve? Here, the same. What then say haberdashery, but in fact there was everything to everyone. Components for jewelry, polymer clay, scrapbooking materials, miles and miles trimmings, thread, buttons and anything else you can think of, all spread over several floors, an area roughly equal to that of Harrod's, with an equally high number of jobs and with the various departments with the nearest numerino to be served. Not a numerino all eh! A numerino for the tapes, a numerino for fabrics, for a numerino ....
In Madrid there is a shop
Desigual of five floors. Five. Plans. Need I say more?
Madrid is nightlife. But it should be? Yes ok, but until we're in the middle do not really understand what the Movida. How beautiful is be there in the middle. How beautiful would come here on holiday with my friends, when we were twenty.
the Madrid Movida am not only young people there, eh. There are also many, many families with children, gang of young men that age avran of mine, and so on.
In Madrid there are some obstacles that separate the roadway from the sidewalk, so that some dazed / drunk will be spared the pleasure of going through the wheels of his car on the toes.
In Madrid there are plenty of underground parking, some for the residents, other public. The result is a city in which, I suppose, we should not go crazy for parking, without millemila times around the same block, hoping that someone will be gone at that precise moment, not a second before, not a second later. Peggnente little traffic and smog, at least in feeling.
Other than Sunday walk ...
in Madrid's El Rastro, a flea Mercatone, which in reality is a bit disappointing and slightly claustrophobic, with a few "fleas" and so, alas, cinesaglia.
In Madrid there are many, many people searching for love, a sign that the crisis that I only know that most of escape, and maybe more as a newspaper headline than as reality, there is a reality for real. And that is sobering.
Madrid is good. In Madrid, sooner or later you come back.
Oh well. Promotional message. 
So my dear green, green! 
Thanks for participating Franny and Zooey JD Salinger, published by Penguin Books. 
