A lot has happened in the last 100 years. Trees have been chopped down, and men’s role models no longer have hair down to their hips. The metro continues to be a fascinating labyrinth of lost and found stories but, it’s in Madrid’s other modes of transport that I’ve discovered a breach in the Madrid time continuum. But first, welcome to the forest…
100 YEARS AGO, IN THE METRO FOREST
Throwback to 100 years ago, when metro Tirso de Molina emerged out into the middle of a forest.
100 YEARS AGO, IN BAR ANTONIO SANCHEZ
Here are a bunch of men enjoying a post-Rastro Sunday afternoon vermú. Some things never change, but fortunately some do: the addition of women drinking vermouth.
THE SECRET METRO ENTRANCE
Madrid metro features a lot in our Lost Stories, but after so many closures, renovations, constructions and the discovery of ancient ghosts, the metro system’s complexity has become transfixing.
Here’s an old metro mouth of Sol that’s now paved over, but whose tunnel most likely still exists under those slabs. But I mostly wish Bar Sol still existed…
SEÑOR HAIR RESTORER
Meet Señor Crecepelo (Mr Hair Restorer), a man who worked miracles for those who wanted to look just like him.
Exactly 110 years ago, here he was, pitching his potions outside the original Café Comercial on his horse and cart.
THE NO-FRILLS METRO BAR
Got a five-minute wait til the next metro? Then head to Goya’s station bar for a quick caña, if only it were 1983 again…
TWO BREACHES IN THE MADRID CONTINUUM
A sudden interruption in the time-technology continuum appeared one sunny afternoon, last century in Madrid. The scene of the incident was a steel tubular fence – on one side: a tethered animal, and on the other: freedom to destroy the planet. Will we always create a win-lose situation or will we one day learn to respect the environment around us? The answer lies only in another interruption.
It’s also clear below that the Madrid continuum is neither linear nor smooth, as many once believed. It is known to loop back, as is evident in this centenarian photo. While great locomotives roll into Atocha’s smoked-filled platforms delivering a gust of travellers from the south of Spain and beyond, a local farmer leads his worker oxen to the big city to deliver produce that these very passengers will likely consume.
Enjoying tumbling down our rabbit hole? Then open the door to Volume IV right here.