It’s the first overcast day of the trip and I’m glad. Is there anything more conducive to writing than the splatter of rain on the window, a view of the gray ocean, and a cup of tea?

After working for a few hours on the latest in my upcoming corporate spy series, I took advantage of a break in the weather to stroll the cafe-lined seaside promenade, the Kordon.

There I discovered the day’s catch is barbecued at fishing boats tied up on the waterfront and served between great hunks of fresh bread. We took our sandwiches, bought a bottle of local red wine, and found a bench under an overhang to enjoy our picnic and watch the lights come on as dusk fell across the opposite shore.

Cliché straight out of a rom-com? Sure. Delightful? Without question.