Ricardo Blanco's Blog

Tales of the Alhambra (or thereabouts)

Strange that in one’s memory a house takes on a different shape, a different context, becomes a dream house. When I was living rough, a quarter of a century ago, I spent a couple of months in Granada…. Read More


  All your stories are about yourself, she said, even when they seem to be about other people. I was not going to deny this, nor give her the pleasure of being right. So I quoted Proust, who said that… Read More