The Prado Museum is huge. Let me just start there. Not only is it huge, there are so many chambers and it is so confusing. And there are so many things that you just have to see! There are paintings by Rafael, Velázquez , Reubens, Rembrandt (which I couldn’t find. I’m telling you… this place is huge), and, of course, Goya.

The black paintings were kept downstairs - I don’t know if that was intentional or not, but I found it fitting for the general feeling of the collection. I’m not trying to sound snooty and artsy, but these wouldn’t have felt right in one of the brightly painted rooms upstairs. They surely wouldn’t have felt right amongst the hundreds of religious paintings scattered about the museum. Am I right?

This would have looked odd next to the last supper (not Da Vinci’s). Either way, I loved the collection. This particular one up here is so famous, I still can’t believe I got to see it for myself! They were all dark and sort of scary, like this one:

I love Goya. His portraits were good, too. He also had some cute ones upstairs, of children playing and being happy, and there was a really cool one of a boy climbing a tree. But these black paintings… they’re so Poe like. They should have worked together, had they had a chance.