Museum of Miniature Found Objects

I've just returned from Spain, where I spent some time in Seville and Cordoba. At night the streets are bathed in the soft, warm light of sodium lights. One evening in Seville, the sounds of a woman singing flamenco in the café in the street below drifted up to our terrace. In the mornings the air was filled with the cries of house martins, wheeling and diving over the rooftops. And chatting to a waiter one evening who wanted to travel to London to see the rain. Andalucía has won my heart.