We reached the station of Atocha, from Valladolid. We climbed Anton Martin to Plaza de Jacinto Benavente and from there to Sun has stopped raining. On the street environment is not guessed, it's Friday night. We arrived at Gran Via, something more lively and decided to start a round, so were the temples of the night 20 years ago, in which so many crazy partying and early morning we ran, when studying the race .. We
Malasaña the area. Great memories of that time, from places like the Cow Austere or the Milky Way, where I started going out with my boy. Still exist. I do not know, however, remain open if Yasta sites like the bad reputation or property of the photographer, Alberto García Alix and where Almodóvar, we copied the kind of drinks and drank tequila with Ginger Ale. Which is no longer safe, the committee, which was located in Smith Street, where we killed the early morning, until we had made, and shouted, "What happens. You have no home?.
In those days, we went more than twelve hours. We used to take the street on the six in the evening and wandered by Lavapiés, taking rods and spikes and midnight, we would Malasaña. Lavapies long ago lost its original essence was pure and completely changed by immigration (Especially Arabic)
I do not know if it's the time, some early, but this area Malasaña is killed. The bars are half empty and only a couple of pebbles, they sell cans of beer and mixed drinks espresso, not very cheap prices, near the Plaza del Dos de Mayo. Also, has disappeared, I suppose, that many years ago, an establishment that sold a stuffed croissants, really spectacular (especially vegetable and beef).
We decided to walk to the Bilbao area and also is dead. We are thirsty and stopped to take a mini (pint of beer) in a bar, which is on its way. We continued walking and reached Argüelles. The evenings, we would spend in his bass, when we were studying journalism, in the second half of lso 80's and early nineties. Nor there is animation and the environment that we see, more so pimp stripe, with the pleasant and relaxed.
However, we decided to take another mini-Ripple now, which is more cheapie. There are offers in which you serve up to three, for 10 euros. But still, they are not able to win over customers. Yes continues still, the bar across the street, where so many sandwiches we ate in the past.
But emblematic places have disappeared, as Edurne and The Drifter, where we listened to Kortatu or Los Toreros Muertos , Among others, and swallowed the drink as feature called butane (pacharán and grenadine). Also, the Calandria and Face B. Nor do we find a bar, where tortillas served with aioli, scrumptious, at very reasonable prices. We do not even intend, to find the old inns, where we drank huge mugs of beer, several liters, with a lid.
And is there Chapandaz, where we took those panther milk (milk, blackcurrant, vodka, sugar, cinnamon and ice)?. Apparently so, because I found your site: www.chapandaz.com/
Caspita!. Almost all our ancient temples the march in Madrid, has fallen with the same forcefulness, that the very Roman Empire. So that area has moved up and the youth now?. Do not take us long to find out, lined the street as Princess and above all, when we reached the plaza of Spain.
The king of the nightlife is, today, the bottle. Above all, in that place, bringing together many groups, which in a circle standing around bags of drinks bought at the grocery store or the Chinese, who have been placed on the floor. Police watched closely, but does not intervene (at least, if no problems). Those who drink, do so quietly, not exalt or cause ruckus. At least, at this time.
But anywhere on the street is good to improvise a bottle. Next to a doorway of a house, myself. It removed the clutter and to deprive! (Do not know if today will be used that verb or I've become too old-fashioned)!. As, in Rome, do as the Romans do, we also aim canary club and took a bottle of wine we bought in Avila. The girls in Madrid, much better dressed than the rest of Spain. The trend is miniskirts with tights and boots.
stock forms of these young people, though, there are enough people, now around thirty and even more are well in supermarkets, before closing at Chinese stores, the pilgrimage to the Gran Via, white plastic bags with drink is constant, or traveling through the sale of mass citizen nationality, sold cans of beer for one euro or you prepare mixed drinks at once, with ice and everything (not cheap, by the way).
bottle We are animals, but this picture gives us a little sad. And, do not stop to be in late October in Madrid, and start doing something cold to be drinking in the street. In our case, we had a youth more comfortable in the heat of the bars, the music of the Madrid nightlife, concerts, the fumes of alcohol and some cheerleading from time to time, relaxing chocolate, brought south by people you trust.
From the one in the morning is a lot of people start going qque very last thread. Some become quite aggressive and even, we passed a small group where a call girl, Laura, two friends, laughing, they're calling a bitch, with all the letters, while she, without rebuke and enduring the kind capea the storm. Ten friends for this!.
We sat a while, not very long, because the cold-pressed, in one of the theaters of Gran Via, to take a can of beer. This street has changed again. Lighting have been added and here is no longer swarm, worst of home. In the Calle Montera, however, despite having been a pedestrian, there are still pilinguis especially the eastern countries.
So Vips has changed its structure and elongated shelves, now presented as an island. Yes, still have strong presence of books. Van and a 1,500,000 copies sold, with a successful method to lose weight.
But what is most noticeable changes is that we pass in both directions, 14 empty cabs, in the interval of one minute of clock. So 20 years ago would have been impossible, on a Friday night, as it is today, where there were cakes, for disputed each vehicle, to move to another area to follow up or return home.
continue along the Calle Arenal. There are more people drinking in the street, on the premises. The blame for all, are hoteliers, who wanted to kill the goose that lays golden eggs. You can not charge for the drinks, which require us to pay. Nor, in the cafes. In Italy, for one euro, you get a coffee and cornetto and here, just coffee, going to 1.20, in several places. Although, at the door of Joy Eslava, if breathed environment. The space opera in a state of endless and annoying works, is a mess. We again
Malasaña, where a drink in a dive gas medium. It's after three o'clock and the thing has not been revitalized. Quietly, we got out walk to Atocha station. Makes little cold, but fortunately, no rain again-to pitchers, "until we arrived. We have to wait half an hour, until the open (closed from the one in the morning, until five). We are not alone. The air is permeated with the smell of damp and muffins baked in coffee shops inside the terminal and the nearby bakeries. We get hungry and we realize, that with so much drinking, we have not even eaten. Porca Miseria!.
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