Madrid is a city where mysteries abound, especially when they are associated with a monumental wealth, derived, as a whole, from an architecture that always borders on fantasy.

It will be for the time in which it was subjected to the Muslim domination that made it the medieval Magerit, that in the unconscious of many architects the irrepressible impulse to once again let themselves be carried away by the spell of the neo-Byzantine domes, which they managed to reproduce again the eastern contrasts on the skies of Madrid.

Domes, which when contemplated, reawaken romantic feelings, derived from observing in them the culmination of metaphorical ziggurats, from which anonymous sorcerers and astrologers also succumbed to the irrepressible spell of gazing at the stars and engaging in dark rituals, protected, moreover, by the charm of a thick sheet of moss and creeper, capable of increasing even more, if possible, its aesthetic charm.

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