{El Mercado de San Miguel, Madrid}


A Saturday afternoon, lost in Mercardo de San Miguel, tasting rioja and the kind of tapas that makes your belt tighten

Olives, green, black, pitted, stuffed and salty. Delicate pastries. Coffee that I want to caress.

 Ancient El Mercado de San Miguel, your exterior is as beautiful as your sumptuous foodie interior.

The New Mercado de San Miguel, you are simply stunning. Go to both. Spoil yourself.

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