July 8, 2008
When I stand on my little balcony I can choose my view. To my left there is the harbor, boats bobbing as boats should, sometimes tranquil, sometimes busy as boats come and go. At the harborís end are two restaurants, these two, as I understand it, have their own boats, which means they serve fresh catch of the day. Behind them higgledy, piggledy buildings, constructed with little thought for how they look, but not downright ugly. Sometimes at sunrise the sky behind these buildings is streaked with scarlet, or flush with pink or lavender, and the buildings fade into insignificance.