...and not about the week, because during the week life in Madrid isn’t like life in Madrid. I assume that it is just like in any other city of work and business – office-like and in a hurry. But on Friday a magical metamorphosis takes place and the city chills out, sits out in the cafes, stretches out on the benches, slips out of all things business in the sun. And in such an outweekended Madrid life really is like life in Madrid – warm, tasty and laughing. Slow and lazy. On grass and on a terrace. With wine and coffee. With a head calm and bright from the sun. And a heart hugely in love with life.
Ps. In Polish the expression ‘life like in Madrid’ means a very good quality of life.
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