This is one of my favourate places here.
The almost painfully white washed walls, contrasted by the blooming garden.
The Spanish architecture of bell towers, inner courtyards and verandas.
On a hot sunny day, paradise is resting under the veranda,
sitting reading in the gentle breeze.
The inner sanctuary, abloom with flowers.
My parents, Michael and Anne Stephenson, whilst here in April
A shot of me
And another shot of me, on the bonnet of my car
