Liquid Gold & Mud Slides
It all started with the police check last night.
Torchlight zig-zagged across the car and we huddled in the backseat.
“You are English,” said the policeman. “And yet you say you want…
It all started with the police check last night.
Torchlight zig-zagged across the car and we huddled in the backseat.
“You are English,” said the policeman. “And yet you say you want…
Córdoba, in Andalusia, has an unusual cathedral. Unusual in that it was built within a mosque. Not on the former grounds of one, or as an adaptation of one, but actually totally and utterly in the middle of one.
What really made me sit up and take notice, though, was the mushroom liquor – some sort of home brew…
Pedro Martina’s sun-worn face lights up as he grabs my shoulder and points into the distance.
“Three of them are under the water now,” he says. It’s certainly not the first time Pedro has hunted whales…
Death isn’t something that most of us like to think about, particularly when we’re young. Sadly, that doesn’t make any difference. I’m not here to frighten you because there are things that you can do…
Everyone talks in whispers, the omnipresent classical music giving the atmosphere of a reverential mass, or perhaps a mix between a library, an art gallery and heartbreak hotel.
Cuisses de grenouilles – the dish so popular that it gave an entire nation its nickname. It comes as something of a disappointment, therefore, to discover that most French people pull a contorted or confused face at the mention of the humble amphibian.
Even geniuses get frustrated by administrative problems…
“I’m sorry,” said the dark-eyed receptionist. “We’re full. You find place, you must take it.” He sucked air through his teeth and shook his head. “Otherwise your only hope is Roses.”