By late afternoon, the stone lane held the day’s warmth. Laundry moved above the narrow street, and somewhere below us a small boat crossed the blue water without hurry.
Where the day opens up
There was no itinerary beyond coffee, the market, and a swim before dinner. The absence of plans became its own generous plan.
Travel is sometimes less about collecting landmarks and more about remembering how it feels to move at another place’s pace.
