I couldn’t resist this. Sitting on Barajas Plaza Mayor, enjoying a very delicious paella on this, our last night in Spain. The Plaza is probably the last bit remaining of what was once a small town far from Madrid. The airport has grown quickly so that small villages have been incorporated into its area.

A view along the long passageways surrounding the central garden and fountain
A couple of the old homes squashed between the new
This lovely door remains although the large church around the corner has been rebuilt
The fountain in the center

There we were enjoying our food

The Restuarants span the plaza and by 10.30 pm as we were finishing our meal, the whole plaza was teaming with people eating and drinking.

Enjoying last meal in Spain

All around there was activity. Cars coming along in front, cars entering via the side street, the bus on the hour driving around the plaza to the bus stop opposite, the occasional police car, an ambulance, even a motor bike. People crossed in front of cars to and fro, and I watched the guy from one of the restaurants wheel over a full bin to the line of bins lined up across the street.

I had to get up and take photos

I thought of Fremantle’s South Terrace . Quiet in comparison.

A fun night here in Barajas, though. Noisy but full of life. A beautiful space.