Back to the dune

It closes on the dune where it began. The light is different, the Circeo is behind you, and the lake stays to one side, with the osteria already used up in the middle of the afternoon. You cross the sand again on foot, without adding stops. This was the thread: dune, still water, table, tower, and then the coastal strip again. The same territory of Sabaudia, read once by those who walk and once by those who sit down.