Looking back at these photos, I still remember the feeling of that moment. It was a calm beautiful evening, my legs were slightly swore (in a good way) from all the walking Mr. N and I did during the day time. I had just had a shower and was getting ready for dinner later that evening. It was still warm on our terrace, the sun was slowly setting and the tiles underneath my feet were refreshingly chilly. I had just dashed on some red lips, opened my bun into messy waves and wrapped myself in an embroidered kimono. Mr. N was already on the terrace opening a bottle of wine and setting up a plate of antipasti for us that had parma ham, ricotta, olives and stuffed pepperoncini. It was so relaxing overlooking the palm trees, the ocean and the hassle of the city as the sun set.