48 hours, without a clock.

Arrive with a little room in your plans. Open the terrace doors, put your bags down and walk to the water. The first afternoon belongs to the sea.

On the second morning, take breakfast slowly. There is a reef to explore, a shady terrace to return to and an evening boat waiting for the last light. Choose one. Or choose none.

Before you leave, make time for one more swim. It is often the smallest, least planned moments that come home with you.