Everything that was a promise on the other page, Saba, is a photo on this one.




And the thing after dinner? Still classified. Some files stay closed.




Remember the itinerary: “I took it standing exactly where we'll be standing.” Three weeks apart, two metres apart.



“A table perched in the sky, the sea somewhere far below.”
That was the whole brief. Here's the sky part: a stone tower on its own rock, lanterns on, the sun going down behind it. The name stays classified: some places you only find by being taken there.


Cornetto, coffee, suitcases, a hydrofoil. No photos from the last morning: we were too busy not saying goodbye. Which, for the record, it wasn't.