Otherworldly ambience of a Mediterranean island

This Christmas we’re in Ibiza, a sentimental journey for me. When I first lived here in the early 1960s, nobody north of the Pyrenees knew where it was or what it was.

Now, it’s possibly known better as a brand than as a Spanish holiday resort in the Mediterranean. Cars are called after it, rock groups, sunglasses, perfumes, a make of distressed jeans (?), and discotheques.