Streets look vastly different from Saturday to Sunday. Saturdays see shops open and lights on, people hurrying by and displays brightly lit. And then Sunday comes around and you start to wonder if you’re really on the right street because nothing looks familiar and there are spray painted doors where stores used to be and it’s almost eerily quiet.
Sunday is for resting and El Rastro and coffee. For El Retiro and burgers and football matches. But Saturday, Saturday is for stepping into shops whose contents you’re not entirely sure of and being utterly charmed and surprised by what you find through the narrow door and up (or down) the steps. Lounge chairs out of shopping carts and 3€ art prints, your grandmother’s costume jewellery, a Yoda by the cash register or a sign about girlfriends and boyfriends. It’s like a scavenger hunt without a list.
Things I’m Loving:
+ Working Holiday Visas – (For Canadians, but still a great resource!)
+ Photographers on Photography – (All sorts of interviews with photographers.)
+ Best Earl Grey Latte – (For the cold weather we’re having.)
+ Dear aspiring writer – (A letter.)