Sixty galleries open their doors for one weekend, Carlos Aires gets his first solo show inside a Madrid institution, and the fashion runway leaves the trade fair and meets the city
Eduardo Guerrero opens a four-night flamenco premiere on Thursday, Madrid's designers throw open their own studios, and Isabel Muñoz's photographs come down for good on Sunday
Richard Avedon's American West closes for good on Sunday, José Maldonado paints while he dances on the cloister's last night, and Real Madrid's women play a derby you can actually stand close to
La Paloma brings the summer's loudest procession, a Portuguese voice sings fado two streets from it, and a Cuban pianist closes the week with jazz nobody has rehearsed
A rare solar eclipse darkens Madrid at dusk, the verbena crawl moves from the Rastro into Lavapiés, and a sixteenth-century cloister keeps singing the city's oldest songs
The ballet company that vanished for thirty years comes back, horses run under floodlights at the Zarzuela, and Rafael Amargo takes flamenco to a rooftop
The Bond songbook gets a full orchestra, a flamenco dynasty settles into an intimate room, and Madrid's last Art Nouveau palace opens for one week only