How a French-Spanish kid raised between Madrid, Algiers, and Casablanca ended up guiding this city for a living.
I was born in Madrid to a French mother and a Spanish father, and grew up moving between Algiers, Casablanca, and back to Madrid. I’ve watched this city from inside and outside since I can remember, and I’ve been crossing it on the bike and on foot for the last twelve years.
In 2014, walking the Camino de Santiago, something clicked: a place becomes a place when you slow down enough to notice the seams. The mercados. The side streets. The corner where two barrios stop pretending to be the same one. That’s the Madrid I work — its plazas, its mercados, its corner cafés, and the woman behind the counter at all three.
I design every route. I lead every tour. There’s no team of guides behind me — when you book, you ride with me. It’s not a marketing line, it’s how my calendar works.
