which is already waiting
On the horizon – the snow caps of the mountains. Behind the glass of the car flashed a motley ribbon similar to each other coastal towns. Faded, aged by time and bad weather – yellow, orange, blue. Squeezed by two-and three-storey houses with colored lattice shutters, the road sometimes narrows so much that you don’t leave the truck any more.
Somewhere below, near the water, luxurious villas are hidden. Continue reading