the brilliant sky over the motley dance of the world. From the perfect
curve of hte bay below, a nameless energy gathers up the weeds, the
grass and the sun, sweeps on the pines and the cypresses, the dusty
olive-trees and the eucalyprtus to the very walls of the house
According to the season, white dog-roses and mimosa bloom at the heart of
this offering, or the kind of honeysuckle that spreads its fragrance
over the walls on summer nights.
White sheets and red roofs, the sea smiling under a sky pinned without a
wrinkle from one edge of the horizon to the other - the huge bay windows
are trained on a carnival of colours and lights, day and night.
But in the distance, a line of high purple mountains joins the bay and
its extreme slope and contains this intoxication within its far contour.
Here, everyone has their joy to conquor, every day
There are exits: