Shade. That’s what we need. Some thick canopy barely filtering the sun’s scorching rays, a bed of moss to collapse on, a softly bubbling stream to dip our feet in, a glass of ice cold lemonade.
Summer in Madrid can be challenging, at best. Usually what happens is that you walk down the street and the soles of your sandals burn your feet. Or not – usually what happens is that you don’t go out during the day, because your feet have been burnt way too many times. So you sit and listen to the fan drone on and dream of spring, autumn and winter. Anything but this heat.