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初遇马德里逃离7月的雨季,我们一路向西。11个小时的飞行让我们略有疲惫,抵达法兰克福正好是当地时间晚上9点30分,太阳依旧高悬,这难道是新编版的《夸父被日追》吗?等再转机去马德里,已经是深夜。此时的马德里比想象中的安静,街道两侧的商店大门紧闭,行人三三两两漫步而行,只有汽车还在疾驰。早听说西班牙人注重休息,看样子还真是。酒店离阿尔卡拉门很近,当晚出租车驶过,女儿问我这是什么?我很厚颜无耻地告诉她:应该是个什么门……
When we first encountered Madrid in the rainy season of July, we headed west. 11 hours of flight let us a little tired, arrived in Frankfurt just at 9:30 pm local time, the sun is still hanging, is it a new version of “Kuafu be pursued?” And then turn to Madrid, It is already late at night. Madrid at this time than the imagined quiet, the streets on both sides of the shop door closed, pedestrians walk in twos and threes, and only the car is still galloping. As early as I heard Spanish focus on rest, it looks really. The hotel is very close to the Alcalá Gate, taxi taxi that night, my daughter asked me what is this? I told her cheekily: What should be a door ...