MadridThe roofs run on until the weather stops them.MadridThe sun found the gap under the cloud and spent it all on the roofs.MadridOne vertical sign, doing the lighting for the whole street.MadridBuilt dark, so the windows have something to do.MadridThe vaults hold the warm light; the glass keeps the cold.MadridOne balcony occupied, at exactly the right hour.MadridEveryone in the plaza turned the same way at once.MadridThe city stops, and then the sierra starts.SevilleFloodlit and empty, which is the trade for going late.SevilleEven the handrail is glazed and painted.SevilleEvery street here is aimed at a tower.SevilleYou lean back far enough to lose the street entirely.SevilleGold on one vault, silver on the next, and the organ aimed down the middle.SevilleThe view from the top arrives through glass nobody has cleaned.SevilleYou stand in the window whether you meant to or not.SevilleBrick, tile and a turret, on a corner that only needed a building.SevilleThe courtyards are all behind gates, and the gates are all open enough to look.SevilleA garden in the gap the balconies left.ValenciaHand-painted signage, doing more work than most shopfronts.ValenciaMiles of it, and a handful of people out.ValenciaThe river left, and the park moved in under the bridges.ValenciaBare branches, in front of a facade that does not need the help.ValenciaSeven kinds, all handwritten, none of them in English.BarcelonaOne vermouth, one croqueta, and the plaza doing the rest.BarcelonaThe sign catches the sun a while after the street loses it.BarcelonaAn old ceiling and a very new wall.BarcelonaThe beach empties and the hotel keeps its lights on.BarcelonaThe ceiling turns around the light fitting.BarcelonaThe blue is strongest at the top, where the light is.BarcelonaThere is no distance at which it fits in the frame.