Lignano beach by night


Lignano Pineta by night, December

In these now familiar journeys, I could still find a Teutonic order, the asphalt, the lollypop colours of plaster, the double-glazed portholes in the walls. Everything painted in darkness. 

And then, here it is: the wet-dock that opens up like a moon, suspended, pierced by lights never seen before, that for a second surprised me, taking my breath.