A place-non-place. Of those not existing in maps. Where you can blow again and lose your mind. Where you can take your shoes off – bare foot to feel the ground – and wear a dream. Where everything is allowed: even being careless. Where the wind is always blowing: under the rain and under the sun. A place-non-place that smells like freshly baked bread, powder and red roses. A place-non-place that feels a bit like home. From which you can always see the sea. Of those that get into you and you carry with you. Wherever you are and wherever you want to go.