Minorca, 17h33

The white wooden boats languish in the bay. Their shadows, neat on the seabed, are like anchors retaining them in the vivid light. All is still. Only a small barge moves through the boats, leaving a bunch of kids to their prompt climbing of the steep, burning rocks. Loud and noisy, their dives suddenly messes with the picture perfect, postcard scene with splashes of fresh and salty water.