BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN In the late nineties, I rented a humble pied à terre in Santa Cruz de Tenerife in the Canaries. The apartment had a balcony which hung over the edge of a deep volcanic gorge, known as the Barranco, which wound down through Santa Cruz town and into the Atlantic. From that vantage point, there was a fine view of the cruise ships, ferries … Continue reading The Day I Met Goldfinger