On Sunday 28 November 1847, the Rev. John Lloyd and his servant were making their way home in a horse-drawn gig from Aughrim Church where he had just preached a sermon. Approximately a mile from his residence at Smith-hill, the assassins struck. [1] Two men armed with...
In the winter of 2001, I chanced to stay with friends of friends in the affluent suburb of San Ángel outside Mexico City. It was my first time in Mexico and, at my hosts suggestion, I went for a walk around the neighbourhood. My attention was drawn to a marble...
