On the uphill, right-hand corner of Valencia with Muntaner is a barber’s of this very name. It sits quietly, midway on the chamfer (chaflán in Spanish), elbowing its narrow front for space with a Galician bar hugging it’s right and a boutique wine shop straddling what remains of the space to it’s left. The latter […]

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Magdalena’s end was as unglamorous as it was well deserved. It was the end of June in 2015, not much past eight am. Sebastian was in the bedroom, lying back on his bed reading that week’s obituary in The Economist (the flat they had rented for these days in Florence, on Via del Oche 2, […]

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Magdalena had been a striking woman in her youth. Never beautiful in the classical sense of the term, she was an intelligent woman of immense charm, infectious wit and tremendous magnetism who – being quite self-assured, with that groomed and finely lacquered sense of entitlement which had been her birthright – knew damn well how […]

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