Grand finale

We continued on from the bargain tapas to something a little less bargain but still cheap nonetheless. At the next place we ordered a salad, a calamari roll and fried pork rind. The last of these was as unhealthy as it sounds. Even the calamari in a roll, a traditional poor Spaniard's meal, was satisfying but I could feel my arteries recoil. The salad, at least, was respectable. We'd had our fill and headed back to the hotel. Monday was over and so were our whole days in Madrid.