Making a walk in the evening, shortly before the sun falls into the sea is my favourite time for photos. All the mountains on the other side of the island are covered with fluid gold. Time seems to stand still, everything gets a golden touch. Birds are singing yearning songs, the beautiful Mediterranean flowers are emitting a hauntingly beautiful smell. Yellow swallowtails are tumbling from one blossom to another as if they were groggy from love or joy to live in this instant. After the heat people come out of their houses to prepare their boats for fishing or chatting with neighbours on a bench. What a peaceful atmosphere. I want to stop the sun from going down, but how could I? The huge red ball is touching the sea and disappears and I look with favour upon this scene up to the end. The full moon is clinging to the mountains for some seconds and I go home a bit like being drunk, overwhelmed by the beauty.