“Do you know Portofino?” the Frenchman said.
I shall have Beauty underground.Poppæa was once in my tumbrel, you see.So were blithe Helen and white Iope
La Consula was a big white house with Doric columns along the front. It sat in a park on the road between Churriana and Alhaurin de la Torre, near the Malaga airport
There was a Rembrandt drawing of a lion above Sabina’s bed. When Francesca sleeps there, the lion looks down on Rose White and Briar Rose Slumbering, or some such scene by Burne-Jones. By day the Rembrandt lion