Today is Paloma's birthday, and yesterday night we all went to her party at El Atril. The bar isn't what it used to be. Now there's only one table and the board games and most of the pictures that gave it it's character have gone (the pictures are in the basement). The music is the same eclectic mix of seventies nostalgia, contemporary pop and salsa. They don't bother to crush the ice for the “mojitos” any more. Had to wash all my clothes this morning as the reeked of tobacco smoke; so much for the supposedly harsh anti-smoking legislation in Spain.
But we all had a good time. Feliz Cumpleaños, Paloma.