Where I would live is the neighborhood of San Rafael and this evening I got lost. I thought I was on my way somewhere completely different, in an entirely different direction, when the air changed.
I started to smell the homely smell of slightly overripe fruit that indicates one is getting into a more humble neighborhood and one with houses and small restaurants where food is prepared. Then turning a corner I started to recognize the street names of San Rafael, realized I was too far from my original objective and that it was too late, and just strolled.
I found this café which I could have sworn is called the Café de las Artes, but it seems it is called the Café Gran Premio. I would really like to have a picture of it as it looks very art nouveau, but I have not found one.