The table in the sun is the one everybody wants.
In summer you spend half your time finding shade. In winter, you turn your chair towards the light. A jumper goes over its back; coffee arrives; somebody decides that lunch can wait a little. The island has changed your priorities before midday.
This is a season for paying attention to the land and the places that serve it: almond trees approaching blossom, village squares, a market stall piled with produce, a kitchen making something worth coming in for. The sea remains magnificent. It no longer has to carry the whole holiday.







