Madrid Old Town: Mice and Majesty

Our morning began in Madrid’s historic heart, where our guide César led us through winding *calles* streets, steeped in centuries of stories. The scent of freshly baked pastries wafted from every corner—temptation was unavoidable! At the bustling Mercado de San Miguel surrendered to Spain’s flavors, and sampled the cheese.

Ah, yes—**El Ratón Pérez**! 🐭✨ César pointed out a tiny plaque near **Calle Arenal**, where Madrid’s beloved tooth-collecting rodent supposedly lived.

Then, grandeur: the **Almudena Cathedral**, its neo-Gothic spires reaching skyward, a marriage of solemnity and splendor. But nothing prepared us for the **Royal Palace**. For **1.5 hypnotic hours**, we wandered halls dripping in gold, frescoes, and crystal chandeliers—the throne room alone could humble Versailles.

After a nap we headed out again as the sun sets late , 10 pm before it' gets dark. We made our way to the Rose garden, 69 th year, bushes from all over the world are planted and judged every year in spring. They were still spectacular a week after judging.Читать далее