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English as She is Spoke

Wednesday was stormy upon departure from Cricklewood, sunny upon arrival on the South Bank.  In the AM did a quick skinny in the Tate modern, lunch at Wagamama, then a matinee at the Young Vic. The plays, the first a…

Raw Material, Finished Article

BA 84 overnight to Britain.   Westminster, Elizabeth Tower (aka Big Ben), the Eye.   Kensington Gardens, back yard of Buck House, and a plane from Iran; something you don’t see everyday (or, you know, ever in Canada). The fly…

Paris in the Meantime

Seville is lousy with orange trees. Every “calle” and every courtyard and every plaza.  Could there be a lime tree?  Oh no, just a bunch of lemons masquerading as oranges.  They are coming into fruit just about now.  While notoriously…

More Moorish

One week in and we have more of it all: Moorish architecture, religious art, ample tapas, and spectacular November weather. Today we started at the Museum of Fine Arts or Museo de Bellas Artes, housed in what was once (a…

The Red One, the Big Red One

It’s possible to take the train from Seville to Granada, 2.5 hours each way, so we did.  We took the direct.  It stopped at Cordoba.  Then it stopped at Puente Genil-Herrera.  Then it took a short stop at Antequera-Santa Ana. …

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