I see ancient stones, I imagine people living in the past. I try to imagine how people used to live in this place. I thought that they were very clever because they chose a very quiet and calm place, where the wind doesn’t blow and the sea is consequently calm.
What I prefer the most is the sight/landscape with the two columns.
For me, this place was shaped by the human hand; people just took advantage of the excellent position of this place. In fact, this place is called “Mare morto”, which means “Dead Sea”, because the wind always blows (only) very softly here.
Maybe I would protect the columns, particularly the upper part, since they seem to be fragile because of their small decorations.
When I am in this place I feel surrounded by charme and beauty, but also cleverness and peace.
