Prado, 2017

This was our third visit to the Prado (April 24th), spending pretty much the day in the museum, as in previous visits. I think 2013 was my best visit, bringing more knowledge and certainly a more open mind to the great collection. In 2017, my interests are more narrow, and much of the museum is of, um, rather less interest now. I think I have now seen enough Goyas and El Grecos for the rest of my lifetime. I am still intrigued by Velazquez, and the main interests for me at the Prado remain the older Low Country paintings collected by the Hapsburg royalty of Spain, way back in the good old days. We always make a bee-line for the Garden of Earthly Delights and stay in that room full of Bosch's greatest hits for an hour or more.

At the Goya entrance, a line even at 9:45

We are not the only people who make a dash for the Bosch; at
this point, the wary guard gently reminded me "NO FOTOS!"

Consequently, my pix from the Prado do not
include many of the Biggies; whenever the
guard gets involved in his/her texts, in small
rooms, and if there is something of interest,
I get it; here is a 15th century oil on panel
Flemish Baby J disrespecting a book

A Biggie for me: Durer's first self portrait; I
probably already have it, but this time I also
snagged a fridge magnet for my extensive
collection

Luini's Gioconda; Luini was one of Leonardo's
main assistants, and the evidence suggests this
was painted at the same time as the one in the
Louvre; interesting; we've seen several Luinis
now and they can easily be mistaken for the
really Biggies

This is a reminder to look up the story of Nastagio degli
Onesti--https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nastagio_degli_Onesti--
a story from the Decameron from which Botticelli did a four
painting cycle; the Prado has the first three; it's an interesting
tale of how to win your loved one's unwilling hand

Poulet roti lunch at the Prado

We like paintings of people reading; this is Jose
Moreno Carbonera's Prince Carlos de Viana;
the young prince lost his argument with his dad
about dynastic rights and resigned himself to
a life of reading

Never miss a Claude Lorraine; this is his Landscape with a
Saint or Some Other Biblical/Religious Theme; no, wait, maybe
that was the second of the Prado's two Lorraines

Yes, that's it; the one above was Fording a River 

And now for something completely different:
unfortunately I could not photograph the
explanation, but the gist is, at age 37, this
woman (holding baby) began growing a
beard; everyone thought this was a sign of
divine favor, and Ribera, was called in to
record the matter; more than you could
possibly ever want to know about this, um,
masterpiece, is at http://www.artble.com/
artists/jusepe_de_ribera/paintings/the_
bearded_woman; a case of gender fluidity,
some say

And now for something completely different, 2: an
El Greco San Sebastian that was cut off at the legs
and then put back together, presumably when the
owner moved into a larger apartment

Holy threesome; by this point at the Prado I
am ready for some strong refreshment

Theotokopoulos' Portrait of a Gentlemen; the
Prado is now using this as its emblem

Un carajillo, por favor; a doble, por favor

Crucifiction of St. Peter

The Queen of Heaven squirting stigmata at
some saint

Velazquez bids us adieu; if, alas, you came to this blog-post
hoping to see some of the Biggies from the Prado, go instead
to https://www.museodelprado.es/en/the-collection; perhaps
you will be re-directed miraculously

Restaurante Sobrino de Botin; Or, World's Oldest Restaurant

So, having finished the flea market, our tummies indicated it was time for lunch. In America. Lunch time in Spain was still an hour or more away, leaving us plenty of time to explore, examine, wait, and wait; and wait.  At length, wandering around, we decided upon Sobrino de Botin, which Guiness certifies as the world's oldest (still operating) restaurant. We were impressed. Very impressed. Vicki especially wanted to try their specialty, roast suckling pig. I wanted the garlic soup. Surprisingly, very surprisingly, we got in and got a table, and...

Wandering the streets of old Madrid in search of a restaurant that was open before
1PM

Historic

And legendary garlic soup; but not open

At last! Never mind that the people who do the Guinness
certifications are not sober

Opening soon; the tour bus crowds stop, pose, but don't stay for the opening; 
Vicki is first in line; we are hopeful

And we are in! Climbing to the 2nd floor

The (Gringo) menu

Includes a history of the place

White sangria, our Spanish drink of choice

Historic photo

My garlic soup; yum

My scrambled eggs with salmon; extra yum

Vicki's suckling pig; not much meat, she said, not very tasty;
at least it wasn't grain-fed

Panning around; I think we had dessert; maybe not

Lots of old tile

So at this point I wander into the kitchen to see the allegedly 300-year old oven

And there are the specialty; dozens of them

Roasting of the Innocents; Vicki says had she seen this she might have gone for the
chicken;  or maybe even the fish

Almost lunch-time!

Historic photograph, re-take

Madrid's El Rastro Flea Market

Madrid has a Sunday flea market, turning the Calle de la Ribera de Curtidores and its offshoots into one long day-time paseo/outdoor shopping experience. As flea markets go, it can't compare with things we have seen in, for example, Vienna, London, or Paris. Actually, it is more comparable to Rome's Sunday market, which is mostly crap. But we had to give it a nosey (NZ)(=nose around). Plus we figured the Prado would be too crowded on a Sunday.

Madrid has some of the world's best street signs

Madrid's air quality seemed quite high to us; we did notice an unusual number of
military surplus stores around, all thriving now that camo is the new chartreuse

Over-view; we got to the market right at 10AM; most of the shopkeepers were
still setting up; 10AM in Paris and you would have missed everything but the
crap

We'll probably wait until Sevilla

Since the flea market was mostly crap, we frequently stepped into the stores along
the Calle de la Ribera de Curtidores; here we are in one of a block of independent
outdoor stores; in its mountaineering section, most extensive I have ever seen;
the Spanish are really into climbing, I surmise

Street scene

Many such minis; world-wide Mini mania continues; a good thing

These are hand-made purses

I thought she was Mary Poppins; maybe not

Nice mural

This made it all worthwhile: my new Spanish t-shirt

On To Madrid

The route from Tarragona to Madrid is not filled with three-star sights, nor even one- or two-star sights, nor is the scenery all that interesting, so we took the freeway, and in a matter of hours, arrived at old friend Camping Osuna, on the capital city's northeastern burbs.

The Prime Meridian arch

Our first bull sign of the trip...more to come