We started at Plaza Mayor after taking the metro there. I was accosted on the subway by a pickpocket. (Word to the wise: pay attention to people paying attention to you, particularly in crowded metro stations. Lean against walls, and keep your precious items covered with your hands.)
At the time I thought I had noticed what was going on and prevented any theft. It was an overcast day, and only when we finally returned home did I find my sunglasses missing, which I had stashed in the outside pocket of my camera bag.
Some damn Spanish thief now has my brand new Ray-Bans. Next time I feel groping hands, I guess I'll throw an elbow to the face and apologize later.
Anyway, from there we made it to the nunnery that sells the "dulces" (or delicates-- thanks, Rick Steves!), and then walked to the Palacio Real.
Tomorrow (Saturday), we fly home! With the flight and the time zone difference we'll arrive late Sunday night, and back to work Monday!
Au revoir, Adios, and Arrivederci to France, Spain and Italy!