My first visit to Madrid has been unfortunately tarnished a tad by the fact that the weather is crap. It is the case that Madrid in general doesn’t have the best weather in the world though (freezing cold winters and blistering hot summers.) Given that it’s the middle of April one would have hoped for better than 10C for the high, blustery wind, and constant, drizzling rain.
The reason that this is such is an issue is that unlike London where the entire culture has adapted to crap weather, everything in Madrid is focused around being outside. The piles of chairs and tables sitting sadly by the doors of the cafes readily attest to this fact. It’s also the case that everyone runs indoors when the rain hits and if one is a tourist, then that means running into museums which then get quite packed because of the rain.
Throughout all of this I kept having the rhyme about the “rain in Spain” going through my head. I suppose that one outcome from this and the fact that I am most assuredly not a musical fan in any way shape or form is that I found out that this chunk of text is from the musical, My Fair Lady. It’s scant solace for two days running around in weather that I wasn’t prepared for, but I’ll take it.