An old military port, it’s a very deep, natural harbor with a forbidding stone fortress and an antiquated, scary-looking eighteenth-century building that was once used as a prison for galley slaves. From the main, corniche road we had to drive down, down, down, spiralling along hairpin turns with...
now occupied a small room just beyond his office, and it immediately fascinated all his male visitors, especially Rupert, the younger associate from his old law firm, who occasionally stopped by for advice on dealing with some of Jeremy’s previous clients that he’d gradually been handing over to ...
I couldn’t go to a museum like most people, because for me that would be a busman’s holiday. But, thanks to Simon, who’d told me about Aunt Penelope’s favorite haunts in London, I was able to plunk myself on a park bench by her favorite fragrant flowered path, where I could enjoy the light, sweet...