what actually happened

Ischia, now.

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

July 28–31 One convertible Promises kept Zero regrets
Saba at dinner in Sant'Angelo after dark, thumbs up
Day 01 · Monday, July 28

The Rendezvous

spritz first, questions later
Two spritz in plastic cups, toasting on the hydrofoil
first toast: plastic cups, open sea
First dinner on the hotel terrace at night
first dinner. security was not called.
Day 02 · Tuesday, July 29

The Thermal Day

warm water, then dressed up
Saba walking down the path to Citara bay
down to Citara. the pools were waiting.
the pergola, the dress, the one take we kept
dinner in Sant'Angelo: sunset, sea, and a piano nobody warned us about

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

Day 03 · Wednesday, July 30

The Island Loop

white linen, golden hour
Saba on a balcony above the sea, a yacht in the bay
yacht not included
Saba in a pool framed by tall reeds
a dip before the loop
Selfie of the two of us in white in the hotel garden
take one
Second selfie in the same spot
take two

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

The terrace viewpoint at sunset, photographed on July 5
July 5: the promise
The two of us having an aperitivo at the same viewpoint
July 30: promise kept
Saba at golden hour on the terrace above Ischia
the view I promised you, with you in it
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“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.

Stone tower restaurant on a rock at dusk
the tower
Saba walking into the dining room with a view over the island
the table
Day 04 · Thursday, July 31

The Long Goodbye

no photos, on purpose

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.