The Locanda Cipriani Garden

"Sea and sky seem to meet half-way,
to blend their tones into a soft iridescence,
a lustrous compound of wave
and cloud and a hundred
nameless local reflections,
and then to fling the clear tissue
against every object of vision.
(...)
It is a perfect bath of light, and I couldn't get rid of a fancy

that we were cleaving the
upper atmosphere on
some hurrying cloud-skiff."


(Henry James 'Italian Hours')