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THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF MY LIFE
By Bill Cemlyn-Jones 14 September 1990
I’ve had an unhappy
A GUIDEPOST REPRINT: “THE FIRST LADIES OF MADRID (or A Tale of three or more Virgins)”, 30 MARCH 1990 »
Who is the patron saint of Madrid, its true “first lady”? The conciliatory madrileños will tell you that it is obvious: all the three famous Virgins. that is, the Virgins of Almudena, La Paloma and Atocha. But there are more. Madrid has never suffred from lack of Virgins!
As the leaves change color and fall to the ground, a great many men in Spain, as in almost every country in the world, get their guns out of the closets and head for the fields and forests. The hunting season has arrived. It is recommended that foreigners hunting in Spain either make as complete arrangements as possible before going to any of the hunting areas, or arrange a hunting party with some Spanish friend who knows what would be necessary. One other thing, the normal and natural courtesies existing in the rest of the world apply equally in Spain. Observe the legal requirements and the general customs, and you will really have a HAPPY HUNTING!
I still travel through the backstreets of Madrid with city plan close at hand. But at every opportunity I carry “Los Nombres de las Calles de Madrid” and let myself get lost – lost in the rich, exciting history that was, is and continue to be Madrid. The book is more than mere recited facts: it is an historical perspective of Madrid during many phases of its development, peppered with insights into tradition, customs and culture. It is a fascinating compendium of personalities, historical, mythical, religious, aristocratic and legendary figures, as well as geographical locations, trades, important battles and other well-placed events, which have all lent their names and distinction to the Spanish capital.
The last four kings of England, died from cigarette smoking: from emphysema, Edward VII, heart disease, George V, lung cancer, George VI, and throat cancer, Edward VIII, later Duke of Windsor. The person who smokes is deliberately and consciously shortening his life, perhaps even to the extent of halving it. But if you can’t live like a king, what’s the point in dying like one?
Micahel Douglas and wife Diandra in Mallorca supervising the renovation of their newly acquired “dream house”// Spanish tenor Placido Domingo opening the glittering homage to Dame Magot Fonteyn at London’s Covent Garden; enthusiastic in their applause were Diana, the Princess of Wales, and Princess Margaret.// Paco Rabanne presenting his latest collection at Madrid’s fashionable Joy Eslava. //Spain’s Infanta Cristina celebrating her 25th birthday in New York and missing her uncle’s (ex King Constantine of Greece) 50th birthday party in London. Some 600 guests attended, including Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Phillip, the Prince and Princess of Wales, and Constantine’s sister and brother-in-law Queen Sofia and King Juan Carlos I of Spain. . .
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Everybody’s Salads COOKERY BY PATRICIA MESSIER
7 July 1978
Salads are one of the
Whispering palms fronds laze behind fan-shaped bamboo chairs; peach parasol-shaded tables sit back snugly in wavy secretive alcoves; soft music adds spice to after-dinner conversation. Sound like an exotic, faraway place to dine out? Well, exotic it is, but faraway it’s not. Casablanca is one Madrid restaurant as romantic as Bogart himself and truly an exotic experience for the gourmet dinner. And it’s no farther away than the picturesque Calle Barquillo 29, just off the Castellana and down from the Alonso Martinez Metro.
There are several theories as to how the great aqueduct at Segovia was built. Since it is of such mammoth proportions, one theory is that it was constructed by Hercules. Another theory, and one that has become legend, is that Lucifer and his engineering crew threw up the aqueduct in the course of one, wild stormy night. Because it is so unreal, so imposing, so awe-inspiring, the last theory does seem the most likely and is the very reason the Segovians call the aqueduct the Devil’s Bridge.
The ageless charm of a town off the beaten track. You'll have to read Juan Angel Serna's moving full account because a pat description here of his beloved town will do the it and him uncalled for injustice.