And where else to flee from the sun that makes lilies fester, than a cool-scrubbed tavern? I imagine a bright but cool white-wash combined with hyacinth blue paintwork that you see in traditional Greek buildings, though here the heat is in Madrid.
‘About noon (or at any moment you choose before it) you may stop at some cool-scrubbed tavern. The tide of apéritif drinkers – which includes most of Madrid – begins then to approach its flood.’
Source: Laurie Lee, I Can’t Stay Long (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1977 ((1975)), p. 112
