Levanti

When the warm wind dances on your skin and rips around the cool walls and Moorish Arches coating the sky with mischief, the Mediterranean aromas mingle and reignite memories of flowers and food, salty air and coconut skins.
A moment of severance from the hum drum.
Brilliant slithers of yellow ochre sunlight puncture this twisting dance like a flame driven to distraction. Deep purple hues and stone whites battle for supremacy walking our souls through the quaint quiet sleepy village.
Languish for a moment in the minds of those who the Levanti has driven crazy.