Big regret: I couldn't make it either to The Prado or to Thyssen-Bornamisza. Why ? Don't ask.
But I did go to Reina-Sofia
It was a cold, rainy, snowy day. I fortified myself with a Chorizo Bocadillo - God I can feel the taste of that spicy salty chorizo even now - and a Cerveza, at this tiny bar just outside the museum.

I peered out of the bar window, looked at the rain, pulled up my hood and went out in search of great art
Fellow art-lovers were queing up in the snow to get in

It had snowed for a few hours, and the museum garden itself was a piece of art

Francis Picabia

Miro

Picasso
Dali
Ballerina

The food at the museum restaurant was no less artistic
Anchovies with Idiazabal Cheese Foam, served on Pan Con Tomate

Risotto
Inspired by all this, I took what I think is a great shot of black steel pipes nestling in the snow.
I named this photo " Dali Pipes"

Then I went back to the bar for another Bocadillo
This is MADRID, POR FAVORSudden bursts of enchanting music in the subway
Chorizo and Dali, Anchovies and Picasso
Breakfast of Champions
Jamon Jamon everywhere
Constructivist Funk
Sun one Day, Snow the next