beneath a gentle drizzle, the metropolis building in madrid rises like a cathedral of noir. moonlight cuts through the damp night, draping the scene in silver. the man crossing the slick avenue—hat low, umbrella tight—feels like a ghost from another decade. this is not today’s madrid, but a dream of its past: the street still wide open in front of the facade, untouched by the urban remodeling that would later reshape gran vía. framed in the spirit of ilford’s fp3200, the image captures the grit and grain of a time that feels both imagined and remembered.
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