In times like this I think about the long, lazy afternoons. Of a breeze gently pushing past the curtains of the balcony as I lay dozing on a sofa in our cool living room. Outside, the streets are gently being baked by the harsh sun and the cars lay still in the empty streets below, as if grateful for the brief respite given by their owners. If there is one time of the day that is revered universally in the Mediterranean, it is the afternoon.
“It’s like entering a time machine” That’s the best thing I could say to describe how it feels tobe in the Duke’s Diwan, much more for the first time. It makes me regret passing by that place all those times without checking it out, or sometimes not even noticing it was there.