I found myself sitting in such a combination of romanticisms doctor, that I dare say the description can only sound cheesy. Within an enormous contradiction of scale, among the towers and the skyscrapers, the christmas lights and the last minute shopping frenzy, I stumbled upon a bar nearly completely hidden behind a heavy structure of scaffolding, covering the whole front view of the building. Considering it might be closed, with the place being empty other that the barman reading his newspaper behind the bottles and food, I opened the door and asked if I could go in. Within a few seconds I had occupied a small round table in the corner with a large glass of red wine in front of me, and of course 'algo para picar'. Half brick, half tiles, the walls were decorated with mosaically tiled pictures. This, combined with the many but low lights and the velvet red chairs gave everything a church vibe -however not an unpleasant one, making one feel slightly smaller and find themselves whispering, if talking at all. Classical piano music turned slowly into a light waltz and combined with the warmth of the wine, bubbled into a warm mesh of air, liquid and textures.