LIDO

The summer sun hangs low in the sky, heavy and languid, resembling the bright saffron yolk of an egg. Voices in the distance sound soft and layered like whispers against the backdrop of the ocean’s rolling crests along the shore. Children leap buoyantly off a small nearby bluff and fall into the waves below, truly free in the vastness of the sea. The heat of the afternoon caresses, like water turned tender by the warmth of late summer. With its classic stripes marching side-by-side, Lido captures the crescendo of the season’s extravagant gestures – an evocation of faded memories and bygone days.

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