IN THE OLD CITY, as with most of central Madrid, the streets confound a a natural sense of direction. Little turns and not quite right angles lead into strange corridors and unknown quarters. Here and there a space opens up to reveal a vast stone pond-like plaza or a building site left on pause and forgotten. Don't pay attention to the clicks, hisses, and whistles you hear from the streets, and watch those short metal posts lining the sides; we call them knee-knockers. A false step ensures their spot in the memory.
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