How to be overwhelmed by a street

It takes a pretty little street, with beautiful houses and balconies with plants and flowers and with a lot of minuscule antique bookshops with old, crooked bookshopkeepers in them. The street should be near a place you have passed a thousand times without noticing it. You should be leaving the place within a short time horizon and you should be under the impression that you have seen about everything there is to be seen in that place.

All of those conditions were fulfilled as I wandered past the little park near to the hostel where I spent my first week, on my way to the bus. I have taken the bus at the big bus stop just outside El Corte Inglés at least a hundred times, and yet, I have managed never to notice the beautiful little street hidden between Calle de la Paz and El Corte Inglés. I just stood there, at the beginning of that little street, bordered with plants, occupied by half a dozen tiny little antique bookshops, a subterranean café, and small art gallery. I just stood there and thought: "How come I never noticed this street before?" And it dawned on me that there must be so many streets unwandered, so many places undiscovered, so many sights unseen by me in this beautiful city that I will be leaving behind in less than two weeks... and it made me feel melancholic... and cheesy, for the writing matter.