Sunset dinner on the west coast
Around half past seven you drive the coastal road west, the sea always on your right. A restaurant on a cliff, tables on terraces, all facing the same direction. She wears something flowing, barefoot until the steps. When the sun disappears behind Es Vedrà, everything falls quiet for a moment, then the music starts again. Afterwards: fish, wine, conversation, and the drive back along the dark country road with the windows down.














