My New Capital

We went to Madrid, a place I had never been to for longer than it took to transfer between aeroplanes. Madrid has:
false doors in front of real doors;

geometrically laid-out gardens;

streets named after foodstuffs;

a vast monument to Miguel de Cervantes;

and you can never have enough geometrically laid-out gardens.

Madrid also has a three-day conference on travel literature, which was the first one we had attended as a husband-and-wife team. Reflected glory tastes as good as real glory.