Nobody who ever met Benedetta Tagliabue would say she was short on confidence. Not the late Donald Dewar, who hired her Barcelona-based company to build Scotland's parliament; not the accountants who snapped at her heels throughout that building's painful gestation and birth; not the MSPs who raised such a hollow hullabaloo about the whole thing. Who else but a confident woman would have continued with the project after the death of its creative engine, her architect husband Enric Miralles? Who else would appear unbowed before an inquiry into its delay and overspend and fight her corner in a tongue that isn't even her second language, far less her first?
