Bond, James Bond

Summers in London seem to always feature that gritty diesel smell and taste in the mouth that is just more pronounced there than any other large European city. Forgetting the taste for a moment and checking my watch, I folded the copy of the Financial Times I had been reading, checked my watch again and … More Bond, James Bond

Cordoba

Like most of Europe, when not in war Cordoba is a charming town. Only when you stroll around the narrow streets and consider the various tribes and religions that have occupied the space does the Disney of it wear off and one comes to grips with how much blood must be in the ground here. … More Cordoba