Madrid Del Dia
Senses overwhelmed, history revealed,
I step into Plaza Mayor.
Antique hues of pinks and grays stun.
Madrid welcomes me.
Late sun casts golden shadows.
Camaraderie envelops.
I peel my brain for words.
Spanish brass serenades,
a musical aperitif.
Thoughts turn to supper,
as I walk and walk.
I see it, “Menu del Dia” in amber and red.
Savory breeze guides me.
It reads, "Tapas, Chorizo y Jamon",
I can’t resist
Vino Tinto completes me
as I wonder the day.
9/28/17
Everyone said, “Always order the Menu del Dia”
With that and little else, I headed for Spain
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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