We're waiting in the Renfe station for tickets to Barcelona. Madrid is a sprawling, muscley city of monuments and fountains, scooters on cobblestone and a functional, no-nonsense big city attitude. It's also, like Minneapolis, pretty well torn up with construction. It wasn't till later, when the sun went down and we were walking home from a restaurant, that the city's romantic side came out, with its high white monuments lit and glowing against the dark sky and hazy moon.
Now, on to Barcelona on the AVE.
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