We always stay, despite everything and everyone, with Madrid
A certain Madrid is leaving us , but... what is Madrid if not an infinite flight to nowhere? We will remember this summer as the end of so many things that how not to intuit that it is the last one: it always is in Madrid.
The heat scorches the streets, “the sun is a butane stove” and the passing verses of Boa Mistura will always remind us that e This city survived even from itself : It is always the most difficult. I stay with the Elvira Sastre: "My only flag is an open door", because that is also Madrid, right?
Every August the cats run away and the city mutates into a wasteland where, if you decide to stay, there is only room for poison and the shelter of a glass with ice : the Forum was born to welcome and will also welcome your leftovers (and your desire for everything) this August, while a large part of your feed wastes time with their perfect photographs (come on!) from Formentera, Iceland or Zahara de los Tunas.
Cadiz is an eternal summer but it is the sky of Madrid that continues to kill , that Azorín sky where “life flows incessantly and uniformly; I sleep, I work, I wander around Madrid, I randomly leaf through a new book, I write well or badly -probably badly- with fervor or fainting. From time to time I lie on a divan and contemplate the sky, indigo and ash”.
Madrid in summer is a terrace or it is not: the shelter of a shadow on the terraces of the Santa Barbara Square, Olavide (formerly Princesa, full Chamberí) or the San Ildefonso Square , between the streets of Barco, Colón and the Correderas Alta and Baja de San Pablo (the pulse of Malasaña that does not stop) .
The taste of the most traditional Madrid in The Elisa Tavern , the glasses around a table in front of the yellow and blue tiles with the image of Cibeles in ¡Viva Madrid! or the chalk, the boots and the fines of the venice , in Echegaray. The grilled turbot at Pescaderías Coruñesas in Filandón (the trench of so much Madrid in the mountains), the seafood on the bar at El Señor Martín, the nigiris at Mario Payán and the heat of almost any unforgettable night in front of the tablao at Corral de la Moreria.
**It will be the last Summer of the Villa ** bright and vibrant where Jonás Trueba will also premiere the virgin of august ; Jonás is an unexpected troubadour from a certain Madrid (like that beautiful love story at the wrong time called The reconquest ) so we couldn't like the proposal for his fifth film more: Eva is about to turn 33 and she has made it an act of faith to decide stay in Madrid in August.
The days and nights are presented as a time of opportunities, and while the summer festivals are celebrated. In Trueba's own words, “it's a film that I've had inside me for a few summers; I thought of her every time I took the option of stay in Madrid in August , while most of my friends and family preferred to go on vacation and leave the city”.
The festivals of La Paloma, the summer cinemas and the streets of Quique González (from Las Ventas to Chamberí / half-smoking / in the streets of Madrid) . They say that Madrid gives you back what you give it, what are you waiting for to empty yourself this summer in Madrid. There is much to feel.
'The Virgin of August'