The Mediterranean is like glass now.  We bathe in it at sunset feeling like we’re in the middle of a pastoral painting.  Ezi’s taking pictures that I’ll probably see tomorrow when he wakes up, and I’m going through painters and paintings I haven’t seen for a long time.  And then suddenly an image of Poussin’s famous “Et in Arcadia Ego” comes to me with the shepherds and shepherdesses, Of course, this painting is about the discovery of death even in paradise. And then I realize it’s the anniversary of the destruction of the twin towers, in two days.  

If there are pictures of this gorgeous sea, I’ll have to put them up tomorrow.  I’m not going to wake Ezi up to compare him with Poussin.