‘I feel as though I’m watching the birth of the world,’ she said.
She watched one extraordinary color after another stretch across the pale blue ocean and sky until her gaze fell to a park on the flat land below. Despite the brown and desolate look of the place, Ophelia enjoyed watching the children playing on the roundabout. Then she looked to her left and saw something most unexpected.
‘Is that a real Roman amphitheater?’ she whispered.
‘Yes,’ said Antonio.
In the morning light, it appeared gray. And from her vantage point, Ophelia noticed several pieces were missing. Time and salt air had taken their toll, but the structure had an awesome presence. Looking into its centre, which was smooth and curved, she had no trouble imagining a theatrical performance in progress. Then she notice
