“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast.
There are certain things in life, you know they wouldn’t exist if it wasn’t with a little help from your friends or family. Rainy Day on Calle de Alcalá is one them. This image wouldn’t exist if Carmen hadn’t invited me to visit her in her native Spain. A couple of emails exchanged and here I was, in the middle of the winter, sitting at a café on Calle de Alcalá, sipping a coffee brew instead of my regular oolong and contemplating the Madrilenian scene under the rain.
To Carmen: thank you for having me in Madrid and for making me feel at home. :)