Stayed here in a commune with friends for about a year and a half.

The early spring daffodils in Madrid lost their heads completely, and along all the major avenues the flourishing trees dumped great drifts of pollen on passing pedestrians, where it insinuated itself into fur coats, comb-overs, mullets and armani everything - the staples of high madrid fashion. After a long imprisonment the sun came out and par...