Tilting at Windmills

Mon 27th March. Driving from the mountains to Madrid, the weather cleared from mist and rain to sunshine. Even though the Spanish capital city was a chilly 11 Deg, it felt warmer. After dropping bags at the relative's flat and taking a short break, an early lunch today, at 2 pm and speedily completed by 4 pm. We took the No. 5 bus into the city centre, stopping off at the Cervantes monument, featuring Don Quixote, Sancho Panza, and the different aspects of the Knights infatuation,  Dulcinea del Toboso. She was shown as the maid she was and the princess his love transformed her into. A bit like the Government and Brexit

We walked on to the Palacio Real de Madrid followed by a Chocolat at an open air cafe by the Teatro Real. Some lads were doing BMX bike jumps and let me try to photograph them in action.

In the absence of churros in the visit so far, my aunt relented and took me to a churreria kiosk near their flat. I discovered that the finger length churros I'd remembered from a holiday in Figueras, 45 years ago, had mutated into 40 cm loops. They still tasted delicious and, due to abstinence on everyone else's part, I carefully consumed all five over the remainder of the evening.