not enjoy any of the two events, football and I do not like the books because I saw the offer I was not enthusiastic. I enjoyed the terraces and conversations, the noise silencer tourists around the museums of El Paseo del Prado, Reina Sofia, El Prado, Thyssen, the Naval ... I also enjoyed the bustle of La Puerta del Sol and I was glad that people can sit on the little wall that have been placed around the two sources. I enjoyed Canalejas Square reading a detective novel published by Editorial Molino suspect that in the fifties, but lacks that information. Set books I've always liked and if someone has used before, better. In the next table sat a group of men, some very executives, others athlete, at least in appearance, who wore T-shirts and scarves Barcelona, \u200b\u200bbut did not talk about football speaking of music, the fall of techno, of the trips were made in Canada, United States, Mexico and what this summer prepared pear Crisan. I do not know if it is engaged in the production, promotion or music, but I gathered that living celebrities. For there came a boisterous group of boys with badges and T-shirts Madrid rattled without messing with nobody even shouted that "English, English" as if we were not over. I went up prices where a legion of writers signed or tried to sign their books at the gates of FNAC more pain than glory. Gran Vía down landed on the Plaza of Spain. In a bank followed the reading of the novel "law enforcement" purchased in the passage of San Ginés. At the bank next door lurked a guy with a camera and a ragged girl did ask a homeless guy with the sort of showing his backpack. The girl disappeared and continued shabby camera capturing images. When also retired, the protagonist of the story came to me.
- What is four?
- A television channel, "I said.
- I heard you were running it for "Callejeros" and I do not know what is one thing nor the other.
- What are you doing here? I asked.
- Rest, "said smiling. I am doing the Camino de Santiago.
- But you're not English.
- No. Oporto Portuguese but I'd rather come here because the Portuguese way I've done.
We took a cigar, I explained two concepts, he lay on the grass to rest, I kept reading. Shortly after the couple watched as ragged spoke to another group of beggars. Understand their clothing according to the report they were doing and my thoughts flew to the humanity of Gustavo Quintana, director of production "Viridiana" the great Buñuel and his search for beggars to buy their rags used in the scenes near the end of the film. Dusk. I moved to the area of \u200b\u200bGoya. He took a cane in La Cruz Blanca. I was surprised not to see men at the tables. A very kind lady wanting to talk my presence was surprised and shocked more than I did not like football, my concentration had no opinion on reading. In order to Madrid in the spring is still "The court of miracles"
