I am listening to a dove perched on a chestnut branch on the hotel terrace: “Oo-ooooo-ooh, oo-ooooo-ooh.” It goes on and on. The afternoon light is fading. The dove repeats its call over and over again. Until tears rush to my eyes, and the world comes together. The chestnuts, the dove, the sunlight, and I merge into one. As I wipe off my tears a while later, a group of British tourists walks up to the terrace. When they find the table of their choice, giggling all the while, I get up and leave the blessed place. I will be back tomorrow afternoon.