In recent times, the figure of the Irish band U2 has been very present in my life, although it is not my favorite bands. This is what has to spend a long time in Dublin, all-or almost all, "talks music, just being overwhelmed by the Irish group, and especially the figure of their leader, Bono. You can follow his life from the building where the group carried out the recording of their first albums, U2 TOWER to the future, along the banks of the River Liffey. You can also visit the village of Killiney, where Bono has his residence. A people fantastic views over the sea, but few on the house where you could barely see the top of the roof. You can visit your hotel and a pub in your property, and you can even fire the night at the Temple Bar Pub, located on the street of the same name, with a final song of the group.
What I did not expect, after my return to Spain, was coming across to get to Madrid and back to the group, while drinking a beer in a downtown area of \u200b\u200bMadrid. The street in question is relatively close to the Gran Via, is the wood, the same street during the years 1797 to 1805 he lived the Italian composer and cellist Luigi Boccherini, a street with two slopes, was originally a down, and made the middle of the street, another upward, and between, the Teatro Bishop.
The bar where I was, was not very large, but neither one of those bars that look like a hallway, you can be there quietly and enjoy the reeds. On the outside, caught my attention, the doors are those of the inns or taverns in the lifetime of those who already are barely visible, it dominated the black and red English, both doors and windows as in the sign where he announced the name of the site in question: Casa Julio. The house, founded in 1921, it retains all the charm of the era, it is difficult to imagine taxi drivers and shopkeepers there drinking coffee and cognac along with some churros, first thing in the morning, or rail or vermouth sharing siphon cane, while realized some fried birds at the bar.
Inside, as I said, cozy in size, is divided in two, left as you enter the bar is raised L-shaped, marble and wood. To the right are placed the tables, no more than five or six, marble rectangular plate, secured by iron turning. The chairs and high stools, are made of wood. On the right side, just above the table is a mirror long, rectangular, as you could see the old coffee gatherings, and even today you can find some where else.
The rest of the walls appear completely covered with pictures of all sizes, including slips from time to time a newspaper cutting, also framed. People consumed their drinks, and cakes, which are typical of the bar, six or seven classes, and of good size, "without attention to these images. At the back, near an old black telephone, old photos also appeared in black and white, interspersed with small and round and square form. In the longest wall, there are modern photos, in some you can see the owner, alone or together with friends in other owner is also accompanied by major and famous actors and comedians.
But what caught my attention was the central column, which separates the bar area tables, the aforementioned column, of course, is also covered with pictures. My view, perched on an image of the front of the bar, with its door open and a person brought before her, was none other that the writer and intellectual Luso José Saramago. But most still call my attention, the picture just below the author's Blindness. There were four individuals, spread across the interior of the bar, looking like rockers, I approached for a closer look, and I was quite surprised to see that it was U2, with Bono-leader with his glasses blue-glass, sitting in one of those wooden chairs with their backs against the wall.
Wow, I thought, I never imagined a group of Irish rock, of reeds in this area of \u200b\u200bMadrid, let alone enjoying a typical dish of Spain and the croquettes, but I was and continue to review the walls of the tasca, I saw a newspaper clipping where the local press picked up the check, you could read headlines like wine or Bono of U2 croquette. Without realizing it, I began to remember my Irish visits to places frequented by the group, suddenly my head was filled with memories, Celtic music, mussels with rye bread, of stout ... And as he left the bar, and walked toward the Calle del Pez, my subconscious made me start to whistle the melody of one of the songs of U2. Sunday Bloody sunday.
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