Goya's cast of characters still haunt the many streets of Madrid.
A boisterous dwarf screams at us as we pass with our non- Spanish ears.
A disfigured woman waves hands from where shoulders should be.
Milky eyed beggars on corners and stairs parading missing limbs, teeth, and dreams.
They remain forever painted in this city's noisy composition oblivious to Goya's silent spirit.
But how oblivious are they?