We drove back down the hill, and the driver let me out near the Prado.
Prado was the first name I recognized here since I used to live a few blocks from the Prado museum in Madrid when I was 20.
Walking along the Prado, every time, for better or worse, I pass different versions of myself and of Havana.
Along the Prado they used to sell slaves on the auction block, too.
It was painted by the sight-man Jan Brueghel the Elder in about 1620 and is now in the Prado museum.
In the end he strolled away from the Inglaterra, to the left, and discovered the Prado.
She had taken a little furnished house on the Prado for the good of the cause—Por el Rey!
Another green marble, called verde di Prado, occurs in Tuscany, near the little town of Prado.
Prado testifies that he saw a mad person who continued bound and lying quite naked on his side upwards of fifteen years.
In 1833, for the support of her mother and herself, she made copies of pictures in the Prado on private commissions.
