I awake to the creak of mooring lines as Stargazer stirs to the incoming tide.
Tall windowed, pastel painted buildings gaze over a lushly planted boulevard.
Shops overspill onto pavements...
.....filled with knots of exuberant conversation.
Tunefully tumbling fountains play brightly in the square.
On the front, the stone built church surveys the shifting sea.
Tomorrow is my birthday. To celebrate, Stargazer and I will be on passage.
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