‘Lost and Found at the Palacio de Peña’ by Jean Atkin

Lost and Found at the Palacio de Peña A golden dome and battlements bulge out of mist. February: the stucco sweats with moss. We ‘re all alone in a cloudy court on wet-shined chequered tiles. Tangled small rooms are crammed with chairs and dusty letters, pen nibs and little mirrors. Later, by a cracked glass in the pensão we will cut each other’s hair and … Continue reading ‘Lost and Found at the Palacio de Peña’ by Jean Atkin