The hamlets of the peninsula — where the coaches don’t follow, and why that is the point.
A shingle bay, four restaurants, and no sights. The point is the absence.
The Sirens’ islands, seen from every cliff on the coast.
The comune that holds the whole quiet side of the peninsula.
The village between two gulfs, above them both.
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