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The last time a new hotel caused such an uproar in Seville , it was 1929 and King Alfonso XIII had just inaugurated his namesake hotel for that year’s huge Ibero-American Expo. The new EME Fusion may have less regal origins, but it doesn’t skimp on style. A cluster of fourteen 18th- and 19th-century houses in the heart of Seville has been ingeniously cobbled together into a 70-room property. Shaded patios, a stunning rooftop pool terrace with a bar and drop-dead views of the cathedral, (more…)

Squeals, coos, sighs: two Dutch tourists were in a paroxysm of ecstasy fingering a bank of frocks in front of them: a 1930s floor-length gown of peach shimmering silk, something Joan Crawford would have gladly worn; a scrim of 1970s printed wrap dresses; a handful of 1950s crinolines.
Stepping inside Corachán y Delgado is akin to walking onto a period film set or into your grandmother’s attic if your grandmother was Audrey Hepburn and she had preserved all her clothes and accessories — as well (more…)

The fall of 2008 will be remembered for the meltdown of the international banking system, but it's also been a great season for international art in Madrid, thanks to the free-spending ways of some of Spain's largest banks.
This is not another morality tale about self-aggrandizing corporate honchos trying to put their names on museum wings before pulling the cord on their golden parachutes. Rather, it's a case of old-fashioned social responsibility that has been codified into (more…)

TEMBLEQUE, Spain - When I got lost looking for Finca La Prudenciana on the outskirts of this La Mancha village, a woman at the “downtown” crossroads gave me directions. I just wasn’t sure I heard her correctly. “Go straight for a couple of kilometers,” she said in Spanish, “and turn left at Hotel El Queso.”
The Cheese Hotel? “Si!”
It wasn’t as improbable as it sounded. The plains of La Mancha, about 45 minutes southeast of Toledo, are dotted with large, industrial manufacturers of Manchego (more…)

Yes, says Stephen Wood, and what’s more, Spanish resorts are becoming increasingly accessible to British skiers
I was off on another ski trip. “Where are you going this time?”, asked a friend. To Spain. “Spain! Why do you always ski in such peculiar places?”
Pity Spain’s national tourist office. Our vision of the country may have broadened beyond the Costas, but we still associate Spain almost exclusively with blue skies, golden sands and white-washed buildings. It’s a T-shirt place, not somewhere (more…)