The breeze at the entrance of Cava Grado is penetrating into the reeds with its slow pace. It is a music.

 

I get there by bus, heading to Sant’Angelo. I get off at the terminus. A small way separates the beach from the road. The wall of tuff rock is opening majestically from the sea. It looks as if a giant had bitten it. The sand is elegant, grainy and smiling. The sea is a portrait of blue air with terrestrial and lunar contour lines.

People shouting happily get my attention. “Can I have a lemonade, please?” Meanwhile, the sun is quietly painted after having covered Cava Grado.