Mediterranean Morning

Someone has thrown open a tall arched window and there it is: a lake the colour of a swimming pool, mountains still holding their snow at the top, and a white sail out on the water so small you could miss it.

Below the window the village tumbles down the slope in terracotta roofs and pale yellow walls, with a little round tower among the cypresses. Roses climb over the arch and white lilies crowd the sill. A lovely place to have your morning coffee!