The Prado was in walking distance from our apartment and happened to be rocking a Renoir exhibit, but the museum’s overall focus was dark, highlighting Goya’s morbid depictions and endless rows of creepy crucifixions.
Worth a stop, but the park outside painted a much more interesting picture with characters like King Neptune who blew his conch shell (for a tip, of course)...
...and the two-manned statue that turned out to be real.
Street performers were in every plaza, all working their own angle on how to make a Euro.
**photos courtesy of Mom Alkema