I first visited Greece in 1975 during my return to Oxford from Dar es Salaam via Cairo and Athens. A
Mancunicon took place in a corridor. I could see quite well both ways from my tableland, or mesa which I
During Christmas 2015 a cap of smog was officially bad in Madrid, nevertheless a solitary seagull found its way more
One of the authors I tackled in my long-ago, maybe misconceived book of literary criticism entitled The Modern Fantasy, never
At the end of May 2015 I went with Cristina to Copenhagen so that I could be a Guest of
Streets in the geometrical old city of Cadiz (correctly, Cádiz) tend to be very long and narrow—beware of cars and
December 2014: a week ago I was making my way with difficulty, due to the crush of crowds, through the
When I found this dramatic engraving of the Leaning Tower of Zaragoza, unknown to me, at a temporary antiques/junk stall
The Roman aqueduct in Segovia compels: "They Were Giants in Those Days." That aqueduct makes modern civilisation below it look
Cristina has a new camera, an Olympus Stylus 1, which I would call the apple of her eye, except that
