Re-reading some old books vol.1

April 1962

Porto Vergogna, Italy

The dying actress arrived in his village the only way one could come directly - in a boat that motored into the cove, lurched past the rocky jetty, and bumped against the end of the pier. She wavered a moment in the boat's stern, then extended a slender hand to grip the mahogany railing; with the other, she pressed a wide-brimmed hat against her head. All around her, shards of sunlight broke on the flickering waves.
- Beautiful Ruins intro