Moorish is moreish

Cordoba has always been a melting pot and today is no different. We wander through streets thick with milling tourists, and for the first time we have struck gold with the marketing opportunities. Tacky tourist shops line the narrow streets. Tiles and dolls, frocks and leather vie for attention. All very expensive and very, very …

The Ironies of Progress

“What ideas individuals attach to the word “Millennium” I know not; but I know that society may be formed so as to exist without crime, without poverty, with health greatly improved, with little if any misery and with intelligence and happiness improved an hundredfold; and no obstacle intervenes at this moment except ignorance to prevent …

Marsh’s Library

Marsh’s Library The smell of ancient books; fusty, dusty and acrid. So deliciously noxious. As though with every breath, particles of history sweep into your lungs and enter your bloodstream. Mr Joyce (James of course) met Mr Stoker (nephew to Mr Bram Stoker that is) in October 1902 in the reading room. Apparently there were …