LETTER FROM NEW YORK

In 1961, over half a century ago, my parents accompanied me as a baby by ocean liner across the Atlantic to New York. For two years we lived in Manhattan while my father worked for a Wall Street investment bank. Perhaps in the hope that I would make money I was baptized in the immensely wealthy Trinity Church on Broadway …

MADRID NOTEBOOK

  I was no sooner in Madrid than General Franco was exhumed from his mausoleum not far from El Escorial. An air force helicopter ferried his remains from the Valley of the Fallen, where a gigantic stone crucifix marks the dictator’s grave as well as that of 34,000 Spanish Civil War dead, among them Franco’s enemy Republican. For four decades …