We woke to the aroma of steeping tea,
the fourth, no the fifth, maybe the the sixth, morning of our tropical vacation. Ebu O'lira; our steward,
had brought hot green tea and fresh croissants to the viranda. The steam refracted the morning light from
the bay behind it. Backgammon tournaments and laughter until 3:30 in the morning was taking its toll. My
eye lids were sticking and there were double images. As I dragged myself out to the viranda,
what I saw looked like this image. See more
LIGHTHOUSES or
CERAMIC TEAPOTS
ENLARGE
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