Twilight on the Mediterranean - Sandra Staas . . The sea is out, shadows form long images in fronds of summer s sultry charm When tourist s oil trickled and enticed the beaded drapes of the Bar Maset. But that door is locked now closed for the season till the new owners arrive.
Olive branches burn and lights glow in the narrow streets where echoes proudly roar.
Children in navy blue outfits giggle homewards, cheeks pink from the cool air. This night the fishing boats lie empty, content to nestle into virgin sands. This night the harbor calls out welcomes to even the tiniest of ships. . Lived in Spain for many years. I'm now a Spanish instructor.