Winding Stair

My Soul.I summon to the winding ancient stair;Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,Upon the breathless starlit air … WB Yeats Named after the Yeats poem and staircase, the Winding Stair Bookshop and Café overlooking the River Liffey and Ha’penny bridge became a famous Dublin landmark in the 1970s andContinue reading “Winding Stair”

Many A Tale…

can be told be told by old doors. This one, patinated and weathered, the Mediterranean Blue paint revealing its age – and enhanced by a fusion of fresh new growth – in Andalucía’s Torrox Pueblo A thing of beauty is a joy forever;Its loveliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bowerContinue reading “Many A Tale…”

Nocturnal Balcón de Europa

On a deserted Balcon illuminated by moonlight there are just four people visible. Three are unknown, the one on the extreme left is a sculpture of the late king Alfonso XII who actually named the balcony during a visit after the big earthquake that hit Nerja in 1884, observing that “this is the Balcón deContinue reading “Nocturnal Balcón de Europa”

Theatrical Boredom…

It’s been said boredom always precedes a period of great creativity, perhaps the sculptor caught an apparently dozing Molière just prior to a burst of great inspiration ! Known by the stage name Molière, Jan-Baptista Poquelin (1622-1673),  was a French playwright, actor, and poet, widely regarded as one of the greatest writers in French and worldContinue reading “Theatrical Boredom…”