The tepid waters of the sea were embracing our feet and there we were, both of us laying on the sand. I lay over you, feeling the warm touch of your body, hearing the come and go of gentle waves brought by the tide. On the horizon, the sun softly touched the sand.
— Don't you feel sleepy?!
— Yes… I do.
The answer reflected reciprocity. My eyes were getting blurred as I was looking to the seashore.
I saw a boy dressed with ragged clothing of grey tone, walking on the strand towards us. I opened my eyes wider and saw him getting closer, step by step, and that didn't coincide with the rush of our days… But, the warm sense of peace and our presence there in an almost desert beach, near a city on a week day, also didn't go well with it, there only just 300 metres from the street, crowded with cars at rush hour.
— Hello... It's you.
I got puzzled.

This painting is for sale.

This place is near some villages that inspired some of the tales of the book.