Night arrives early in October.

The lights of the mainland shine like little domestic stars and the view from my balcony is incredibly beautiful in the crimson light of late sunset.

I feel sorry for Sergey, who can see only a wall from the window of his room.

I feel delightfully privileged and in full contemplative mood.

Just the thoughts of enormous, fresh boletus mushrooms I have seen in a basket by the kitchen of our hotel restaurant, can snatch me from this pensive and enriching contemplation to drag me to more mundane and prosaic appetites.

Soon it will be time to go downstairs for dinner.