Madrid has a way of unfolding slowly—like a well-worn book you keep returning to. It’s a city where people linger over coffee, where conversations echo through tiled courtyards, and where sunlight casts golden patterns on cobblestone streets. There’s no rush to tick off sights here; instead, it’s about soaking in the atmosphere, whether you’re reading in Retiro Park, people-watching in Lavapiés, or getting a little lost among the old streets of La Latina.