Every scene challenges reality. From the palm trees silhouetted against the sky to the fantasy, sugar-cube architecture framed by perfect vistas of the Mediterranean.
Every sense is on alert.
We've been sitting in cafe's all evening long and I catch myself staring at the impossibly good-looking men at other tables. C keeps having to snap me out of it. Not that they aren't staring at us. Not that that's an excuse. But one man at one cafe in particular looked so suave, so knowing, so formal, as though he were a consul or a wealthy merchant.