By late August, in the vineyards surrounding Binissalem, the rows of vines begin to change colour. Green turns to copper, then to a deep purple, and harvesting crews...
Before the village opens its shutters, someone is already in the water. The harbourside promenade is still empty, the moored boats barely rock, and the only sound is a...
Port d'Andratx's seafront promenade fades away gradually: the last houses, the gardens, and then just pines and the sea, always alongside. From there, close to Mon Port,...
In Biniaraix, the road ends beside the village wash-house. From there, it's stone all the way: a cobbled path climbing through terraces of centuries-old olive trees into...
On the map, Mallorca tapers into a narrow spit of rock that plunges into the sea, facing Menorca. This is Cap de Formentor, the island's northernmost point, and anyone...
Mid-morning, once the boats of Port d'Andratx have come back in from checking the lobster pots, some of the kitchens along the promenade start to smell of sofrito. It...
Port d'Andratx already has a character all of its own: the sheltered sea, the pines that reach right down to the shore, the light that shifts with every hour of the...
Pliny the Elder wrote that Balearic wine was every bit as good as the finest wines of Italy. He said so in the first century, and he meant it: long before Mallorca...
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