While August might connote too many cocktails and sand in your crotch, sometimes smoothies and discovering a city are ideal substitutes. Bright doorways, blue skies, a quiet alley, a buzzing cafe. Madrid is a different city in August. Restaurants are boarded up, neighbors no longer peer out their balconies, and now only the tourist areas are off-limits on weekends. Parking spots are a-plenty, and my original concept of personal space is restored. Madrid looks naked in August. And it’s probably the best month to appreciate it.
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