Whether it was the old table, the chairs that had to be positioned just-so to stop them wobbling like a house of cards, or just the air, the frangipan, the view, it was something.

We felt as if we were a rainbow cast from an angelic magician. Yes we were the rainbow, it was us.

Who are you – they wondered, then asked, then gave up enquiring. All so that they could join in the delight of dallying in the delightful dizziness of the moment.

It went on for days.

The early mornings, the hot noons, the calm dinner evenings.

I’ll show you where to go. And, where to sit.