CHAPTER II.
MADRID.
But the cold winds blew sharply, and our travellers resolved to hurry south, and reserve the further treasures of Burgos for inspection on their return. The night train conveyed them safely to Madrid, where they found a most comfortable hotel in the 'Ville de Paris,' lately opened by an enterprising Frenchman, in the 'Puerta del Sol;' and received the kindest of welcomes from the English minister, the Count T. D., and other old friends. It was Sunday morning, and the first object was to find a church near at hand. These are not wanting in Madrid, but all are modern, and few in good taste: the nicest and best served is undoubtedly that of 'St. Louis des Frangais,' though the approach to it through the crowded market is rather disagreeable early in the morning. The witty writer of 'Les Lettres d'Espagne' says truly: 'Madrid ne me dit rien : c'est modeme, aligne, propre et civilise.' As for the climate, it
