Museo del Jamon

One of the joys of travelling is accidentally uncovering some wonderful oddity, quintessentially local and, preferably, not listed in the guide books. If you’re really lucky, it’ll be something you never even considered before. Arthur C. Clarke once rebuked accusatory questions of why man should venture into space as being as pointless as having had asked fish, billions of years ago, why they should migrate to dry land; would you have expected them to magically suggest something as wonderfully unexpected as “fire”?

Tonight, as I stumbled upon a take-away ham shop, “Museo del Jamon”, I understood Mr. Clarke and remembered the joys of travel:

€4.50 for a glass of wine, some fried serrano on bread and a big – seemingly gratis – bowl of mixed chorizo. Liking Madrid already.