A forbidden photo taken in Madrid, last October, in the Museo Reina Sofia. I say forbidden because just after I’d clicked the shutter, a sour-faced woman told me I wasn’t allowed to photograph this particular
Mum’s Gone to Luton with EasyJet – eventually.
After three wonderful days in Madrid we took a taxi to the airport in plenty of time for our 17.10 flight to Luton. Having decided this time to just take carry-on luggage, we wheeled our
An Art Attack in Madrid
ET’s Mother? No, it’s ‘Man with a Pipe’ (Joan Miro) I do love a good art gallery, me. Over the years we have dragged Rory round numerous exhibitions and we’ve usually found something of interest
Look who I saw in Madrid…
Madrid is a city full of beautiful, fashionable, sophisticated people. Yet here, in the Plaza Mayor, was Spiderman with a paunch. In the photo he was actually holding in his gut for the ladies and they seemed
Mum’s Gone to Madrid – how sexy can a hotel be?
Have just returned from a frankly exhausting few nights spent in the most sensual, hedonistic hotel I’ve ever had the pleasure to stay in. Sometimes minimalist hotels can lack a bit of warmth. Not so the Hotel
Mum’s Going to Madrid
The first thing I did when we returned from our camping trip in France was to book another holiday. Don’t get me wrong, we’d had a great time and the Dordogne was fabulous but the