As sweet as a sleeping baby, as round and colorful as a Madrid sunset, the oranges of Spain are a gastronomic delight. They are here in abundance but we found ours at a nearly hidden market.
While exploring we wandered down an alleylike street where Jim spotted a warehouse type of building marked Mercado. It was a huge two story cement block building. The ground floor was a loading dock for deliveries and a series of stalls selling everything from olives to pigs feet, to oranges. The second level was more of the same and also had a few food service stalls where the locals were drinking coffee and eating empanadas and pastries. We bought an empanada (big enough for us to share for lunch) and some oranges. Back at our hotel room we ate the oranges, the citrus-y aroma filling the room and the taste exploding on our tongues. Devine.
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