The heat is quite unmatched. Not even the hotel terrace offers a refuge worth bragging about any longer. And this is only the beginning of a heat wave, according to the meteorologists. It is supposed to get much worse. As a matter of fact, Motovun is to turn into an oven. Under the circumstances, he best I can come up with is going to bed—something along the lines of winter sleep, albeit in reverse. But my beloved went a step farther: by way of a remedy, she suggested a thick quilt, too. Ah, the relief upon casting it off!