So I was drawn by details that I saw on streets. Of course, I fell on that tourist's urge to photograph decorated details, and cats of course.
Even if it sounds like an ordinary summer holiday, to me this was a special moment in time, and now when it comes back to me, I feel rather sad. It was not long after I had said goodbye to my mother. I was sunbathing on top of those sun-bleached stones, peering through my lashes at the sun even though it's bad for the eyes. I felt guilty for not feeling more sadness, but one cannot be sad under the Sun, at least so says Aznavour's song Emennez-moi.
Bye-bye, Mykonos! Bye-bye, Mom.