Second Bloom
She is in her commission uniform, and he is in the jacket without trying, and they are walking through the Retiro in October and it is, she thinks, one of the better Thursday evenings she has had in either life.
Dinner is at a place she chose — a small restaurant in Lavapiés (one of Madrid's most diverse and historically working-class neighborhoods, known for its multicultural character, affordable restaurants, and alternative arts scene — its name possibly derives from the Spanish for 'wash feet,' a reference to an old fountain where pilgrims cleaned up before entering the city) run by a Moroccan family that has been feeding the neighborhood for fifteen years, the kind of place that has no
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