Imagine a great beast of Renaissance architecture tramping across southern Spain - a great dome for a head, thunderous columns for limbs and triumphal arches shielding its eyes from the blazing sun. A chateau on its back and a cloth hall for a belly, it scars the scrubby earth with its pilaster-claws and gobbles up the terrain with a red-brick tongue. Greedy and gross, it eats something that disagrees with its delicate innards - a Moorish castle why not - and with a twitch and a gurgle, a shudder and a grumble, it is violently sick, spewing out Renaissance buildings across the hilltop. It belches, shakes its head and slowly shifts its deafening footsteps in a northerly ..  Read the complete review