floating under chiaia di luna

In Ponza with Isabella, you sneak onto a secret beach where the water lies calm and crystal clear, coconut gelato still sweet on your lips. You float on your backs beneath the strange shape of the Chiaia di Luna cliffs, water lapping against rock while Afro house drifts in from a distant boat, then, for one stretch, you go quiet and just stare up at the sky. It lives now as fresh blue skies, coconut cream and sandalwood.