Maybe it’s just the heatwave that has settled over Madrid, but the entire city is sleepy and buzzing at the same time. It seems to teeter on the edge of sun-drunkenness all day long. Saxophones echo through the steamy park while I drift in and out of sleep. On a late afternoon walk, I lick my lips, watching gelato and pastries spin in the shop windows. My mouth waters. In this whether everything melts into a delicious feast for the senses.