There is really nothing like the beach.  And, as we were standing  in the place where Ezi’s father built the sewer over 70-5 years ago, while Ezi caught fish among the rocks near the shore, a girl came up and offered to take our picture.  

it looks so romantic, and we are wet with sweat from walking in the heat, deep in conversation about a sewer, and too sticky to touch.

it WAS romantic.