The waves lapped against the shore one after another, casting up sprays of broken blossoms under the clear sky. The Mediterranean town, which preserved the architecture of the 20s and 30s of this century, looked peaceful and serene. The men leisurely drank afternoon tea under the umbrellas in the small square, while women walked together in twos and threes, sharing gossip only they knew. The children kicked a ball and played along the long seawall.
"It's still just as beautiful, isn't it, my dear?" Standing on the seawall, Adrian, shading his eyes, said to Monica beside him, looking towards the place where the sea met the sky.
"Yes, it hasn't changed much from a few years ago, this is really a good place for a leisurely life," Monica agreed, her arm in his. She was still wearing the white dress meant for shooting, with a loose black tie around her neck and high-heeled shoes with straps, her tempting mature charm utterly exposed.
