Afternoon is rounding it’s final turn before evening begins. Past the boat docks and throngs of tourists you can follow the sea wall a few clicks and find yourself at Pebbly beach.
The stones here will play a symphony of ocean sounds as the waves cascade over the smooth pebbles. People are snorkeling the clear waters, chasing the bright orange fish that can be seen from the shoreline.
I watch a submarine cruise along the coastline, a child brave the waters as she holds her father’s hand tightly. A young tattooed woman playfully shows me her tanned back as she re-positions her self and turns the page in her novel.
The sun feels good on my pale skin.