But I could do it faster from the little square of Cartaromana, where there are hotels to frame it. Or by boat, from Ischia Ponte. The strip of very thin sand is warm by now, around nine o'clock. The Sant'Anna rocks to the left filter the gaze turned toward the Castello. The levantuol is still making its beneficial effects felt: when there is high pressure, everything is clearer, all around. Between dips, I get lost in conjuring up pirates and armed fleets that have dropped anchor in these parts.
