José de la Revilla

José de la Revilla liked to wander Madrid at dusk, sketchbook in hand, scribbling the city’s half-lit plazas and crumbling arcades before dinner. He painted what he saw—not grand history scenes, but the quiet corners where laundry fluttered and shadows pooled. Look up his 1838 *Plaza de la Cebada at Dusk*; it’s a postcard from a Madrid that has vanished, where you can almost smell the chestnut vendors’ smoke.