Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Beach

The melanoma warnings haven't seemed to have reached this part of the world; it appears that everyone is at the beach to tan!
The beach is a religious experience; I saw a man cross himself and kiss his fingers, as is done if passing a church, before plunging into the water.


   In Milazzo the beach is pebbly; smooth rounded stones of grey and white    
                                                     marble


                              A vast acre of broiling stones to cross






            The water a clear, clean blue that's over your head in no time



                             And there's always something to buy







     
                                           And to look at


















The sun goes down with the Eolian Islands as a backdrop, turning the sea 
                                           almost red










































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