

Madrid, Spain
Alright, must write about last night. First, yesterday, we went to the Prado. It was one of the last days you could take pictures - starting in October, no pictures allowed, whatsoever. So we took lots of pictures, imitated statues - all that. On Wednesday, when I went on my own, there was a painting by Velazquez that for some reason really captivated me and almost brought tears to my eyes. The painting, El bufon de Calabacillar, was loaded with a subtle sadness ...