Plaza Mayor, a place for trade and talk, inquisition deaths, long established hub of Madrid.
The tour bus whizzed past allowing a glimpse. The tour promised a walk and history. It whizzed past everything and dumped us somewhere near a palace. Some long street. Beggar boulevard. Por favor, por favor. His knee was on the wrong side of his leg.
Jangle jangle, cup clenched tight between his teeth. He had no arms.
Kneeling, hands out. He had a sad face.
Smoking on a sill, hand out. He had a problem.
Sitting on cardboard. He had one leg.
We were lost. Por favor. Por favor.
We walked until we found Plaza Mayor.
Artists and stalls and interesting shops. Mantilla and silk shawls. Glorious food and sorbets.
In the square were sitting two glitter goats. Wooden mouths clack clack clacking.
A long walk home, we rested.
Come evening we walked back through the crowded streets to our midday find. Beggar Boulevard was still bending and hands out, clanging por favor, por favor.
We found our spot for dining. Just near the glitter goats. Clack, clack, clack. Shimmy shimmy when the coins dropped in. They sat as before. Clack, clack, clack. Shimmy, shimmy. All day...sit, clack, shimmy. All day.
A better way surely? All day clack clack being glitter goats. A play perhaps? Something together? Have to admire the stamina.
Have to admire the quirkiness. How many coins that day?
A man walked past and looked in the cup. Empty.
A boy talked to one - (why did that one take his fancy?).
A granny patted the other one's head.
Two glitter goats.
Two coins fell in.
Gracias.
The tour bus whizzed past allowing a glimpse. The tour promised a walk and history. It whizzed past everything and dumped us somewhere near a palace. Some long street. Beggar boulevard. Por favor, por favor. His knee was on the wrong side of his leg.
Jangle jangle, cup clenched tight between his teeth. He had no arms.
Kneeling, hands out. He had a sad face.
Smoking on a sill, hand out. He had a problem.
Sitting on cardboard. He had one leg.
We were lost. Por favor. Por favor.
We walked until we found Plaza Mayor.
Artists and stalls and interesting shops. Mantilla and silk shawls. Glorious food and sorbets.
In the square were sitting two glitter goats. Wooden mouths clack clack clacking.
A long walk home, we rested.
Come evening we walked back through the crowded streets to our midday find. Beggar Boulevard was still bending and hands out, clanging por favor, por favor.
We found our spot for dining. Just near the glitter goats. Clack, clack, clack. Shimmy shimmy when the coins dropped in. They sat as before. Clack, clack, clack. Shimmy, shimmy. All day...sit, clack, shimmy. All day.
A better way surely? All day clack clack being glitter goats. A play perhaps? Something together? Have to admire the stamina.
Have to admire the quirkiness. How many coins that day?
A man walked past and looked in the cup. Empty.
A boy talked to one - (why did that one take his fancy?).
A granny patted the other one's head.
Two glitter goats.
Two coins fell in.
Gracias.
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