you can always dream...

Sidi Ifni, couple of days before the New Year.

Most people, most places, always dreaming of some place else...

About as much colour in this pic as in the grey sky through my window in Geneva, but I'd rather fancy myself on that most wonderful, if sometimes melancholy, Lungomare (that's from me, not how they call it down there), a lazy walk from the splendid little Xanadu hotel we stayed at.

With the sweetest 'atay, or perhaps a nus-nus (a glass of white would have been the cherry on the icing, but that was available only at the hotel !), listening to the waves crashing below.