It’s been a tale of two cities this week. At least for me.
I was summoned to Madrid by a long-standing client, the Baron. He lives between there, London and an estancia in Argentina. He has the courtly manners of an old-world European and believes that meeting in person, shaking hands, looking into the eyes is far superior to any Zoom or Microsoft Teams salutations. He puts me up at the Ritz for the night, which feels very him. I walk from there to the chic tree-lined neighbourhood of Salamanca where his penthouse is.
I’ve never been to Madrid and I’m taken by the grand boulevards, the late evenings, a certain elegance in parts of the capital and vibrancy in others. The parks, the