On January 24, 2008, this beach saw the conclusion to a memorable day and the official beginning of a wonderful story. It will be revisited on a regular basis, just as we always go back to the places that became milestones in our lives.

It’s a small parcel of sand framed between high walls splattered with rich houses, as many enclaves of wealth that turn into anonymous sanctuaries when daylight wanes and candles are lit. Picnics are a ritual, here, and the beach candles not to be outdone by higher ones.

The sun sets beyond large boulders in the west and the Lion’s Head up above begins to fade through many shades of mauve. Sparkling wine then flows and tongues get tied as night moves in and the world spins into a darkness that only warms one’s heart.