I arrive there by bus, bound for Sant'Angelo. I get off at the end of the line. A lane separates the beach from the molten asphalt. The tufa wall opens majestically from the sea, looking as if it had been bitten by a giant. Elegant the sand, grainy and smiling. The sea is a colorful portrait of blue air with earthly and lunar contours.
Happy cries catch my attention. "For me a lemonade, please." The sun meanwhile retreats shyly after possessing Cava Grado with the warm force of instinct.
