A Perfect Day, Part 1

We're at the "public beach" at Faralya, warm clear azure-blue water in a rocky cove, sunshine and pine trees and cicadas and a white smudge of a moon in the blue sky and an old woman pulling worms out of a white plastic bucket. I don't think she's caught anything yet. We walked down from the road (Mehmet dropped us off) on a sandy rocky path through the trees, and just before the beach we found a Lycian tomb with a marvelous carving of a head in the archway. Magical. Rugged hills dotted with green across the water. Elliot and Jill reading, Kate writing in the Pooh journal I gave her in 1997.