Spiaggia della Lingua on Procida, 6.45 a.m., on a May morning. The haze of the previous night still hangs over the bay. The sand is cold, the sea is calm, the outlines of the mainland appear on the horizon with the protruding cone of Vesuvius. A small group of islanders and foreigners gathered here at the crack of dawn.
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