There is something magical about slipping off a boat at night and into the harbor of a little island town in the Mediterranean. After a hot day under the oppressive sun the air is cool- people are out and about who spent the day on the beach or in their houses, and life spills out onto the streets. Cafes are filled with people eating and drinking, children are selling lemonade and seashells to passerby at an hour where in most countries they’d be in bed, boats are bobbing softly on starlit water.

Perhaps it’s the astronomer in me speaking (or a woman who knows her Shakespeare), but there is really something special about a town that is in love with night and pays no worship to the garish sun.