BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN In the late nineties, I rented a modest pied-à-terre in Santa Cruz de Tenerife in the Canary Islands. The apartment had a balcony that overlooked a deep volcanic gorge, known as the Barranco, which wound its way through Santa Cruz town and down to the Atlantic. From this vantage point, I enjoyed a fine view of cruise ships, ferries, and hovercraft arriving in the … Continue reading The Day I Met Goldfinger