Avenue l’Istiqlal is the major commercial thoroughfare of Essaouira, but more in the style of souks and cupboard-sized shops jam-packed with everything from kids’ plastic sandals to mounds of sheep innards and gizzards than the chi-chi boulevards of St. Tropez. And a darned sight more interesting.
Being a mixture of football and rugby played with a round ball, I’m not sure if Gaelic Football came first and confused the Brits so they had to make two games of it, or the Irish decided to combine both the games to draw bigger audiences and permit semi-legal kicking the hell out of [...]
Valencia’s Albufera is well known for its wildlife, languid rides in flat-bottomed boats and as the birthplace of that most emblematic of Spanish dishes – the paella As you drive down the short stretch of dual carriageway that joins Valencia to the beaches at El Saler during late May or early June you soon become aware [...]
I lived in Spain for fifteen years before moving to Thailand in 2015, thirteen of those in the barrio of Ruzafa, Valencia. This little story was written a few months before I left Spain permanently, although I didn’t know I would be doing so at the time I wrote it. Each morning at eight I [...]