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An Intended Journey by Andrew Kaye I feel like we're looking at photos from the 1980s." The potted lemon plant nods in agreement on the terrace outside. Mehdi's easy smile widens. "That's because we are. Well, we're looking at photos of them as kids - ". "No," I shoot back.
We've all heard of the Spanish Masters - Goya, Picasso and Dalí, to name just three - but here's a recommendation if you haven't heard of Miquel Barceló, native of Mallorca. Book yourself a ticket to visit the Museo Picasso Málaga' s exhibition of Barceló' s mood-lifting art.
Covid travel restrictions explain the current eerie atmosphere in towns on the Costas of southern Spain, but will the impact of Brexit prolong the ghost town conditions? Andrew Kaye investigates. Se Alquila ('for rent') signs are plastered on apartments as far as the eye can see. Dust lines the shelves in souvenir shops.
For the most part, life in Marrakech is good. The sun shines brightly throughout the winter. Our diet consists of mostly fresh fruit, warm bread and olive oil, and, as someone who appreciates Islamic architecture, I'm happy to trade London's office blocks for mezzanines and madrasas. Marrakech itself has a cosmopolitan air.
Weaving a way forward for women Marrakech has long been celebrated for its inimitable sense of style and its artistry. Sustainability consultant Rosanna Falconer believes the city's efforts in sustainable tourism are "as magic as its famed technicolour bohemian roots" and points tourists to cooperatives such as Al Nour, a business with a drive for social justice.
S uspended high above the din of Tallinn's cobblestoned streets, we were greeted by a magnificent panorama in which Alexander Nevsky Cathedral competes with the gothic Holy Spirit Church for the attention of day-tripping tourists.
A film review of Summer of 85 by François Ozon for Overground Underground magazine
Estaba sentado hablando con mi padre cuando las noticias dijeron que el coronavirus ya no estaba contenido en China. La principal preocupación que me cruzó la mente fue sonrojantemente vulgar: ¿cómo iba a esquivar la tormenta Ciara para volar de Londres a mi casa, en Barcelona?
For hundreds of years, the Mellah positively teemed with life. With a bustling spice souk(market) and the clanging sound of silversmiths, the Jewish Quarter has long been a draw for tourists, but all it takes is a stroll around the labyrinthine alleyways to evoke ghosts of the recent past.
Sat with my dad when the news filtered through that coronavirus was no longer contained to China, my main preoccupations were embarrassingly prosaic: how was I going to battle Storm Ciara to fly home from London to Barcelona? What Valentine's Day gift I was going to buy my partner?