It was her favourite spot in the house, that little corner with all her memories framed, the white sofa, light entering through the curtains, and that big cozy blanket, always ready to accompany her with a steaming cup of tea.
El Rastro is the most famous flea market of Madrid, where you can find the most common things among the most incredible and curious.
Besides the promise of great photographs, the history of the market is quite interesting: its name, rastro, came from the old days where in here there were the tanneries, so the trace (rastro) of the blood came down the street. The main street is Ribera de Curtidores (lit. Tanners bank) but the adjacent streets are reserved for specific objects: art, books, stickers… It’s the perfect place to spend a Sunday morning, and after all the looking, the haggling and the curiosities, what a better plan to go La Latina to have a cold beer (or two)
Una, dos y tres. Una, dos y tres. Lo que usted no quiera, para El Rastro es.
Back to the blog after a long long time, a journey of doubts, heat (I really hate summer) and tiredness. September is around the corner (and my holidays, too) and it’s time to make new starts, new goals… or maybe old goals with new perspectives.