|Large rock formations frame the shoreline of Riomaggiore|
|Waiter, taking a smoking break at a seaside cafe.|
|People-watching. The locals come out for gelato and linger to gawk at the tourists. Everybody is watching everybody.|
|Right below the cafe terrace, a man is putting lacquer on a boat. He exchanges jokes with the waiters on the terrace and laughs a hearty laugh.|
Riomaggiore's shoreline is framed by massive rock formations. People crawl narrow pathways along the rocky walls to reach a good diving and sunbathing spot. It's dangerous, but there are no warning signs in sight…climb and dive at your own risk!
It's hot. Boats rock gently in calm Mediterranean waters. I go for a cooling dip every 20 minutes or so, because the mid-day heat is intense. The sunlight is blinding. My oil pastels are melting, and so is awareness. It's too hot to concentrate.
|Man after a swim by the boats.|
|Pebble beach is hard to walk upon. People crawl on all fours. The stones are hot and unstable.|
|View of Riomaggiore village up the hill from the shoreline.|
I return at sundown to toss a coin into the sea, because I want to be back here again. One day, one day...