No need for a beach or the sea for a beautiful summer sunset. Just look around you. The golden light settles on ancient walls as if it has always belonged there, warming stone that has absorbed centuries of the same hour. It catches the intricate decorations of the architecture — a carved cornice, a wrought-iron balcony, the curve of an arch — and turns the ordinary into something quietly astonishing. Shadows deepen between the porticos, cool and velvety, drawing a clean line between light and dusk. The city becomes its own kind of painting, and you didn’t have to go anywhere to find it.
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