This view makes me think of that excellent book.

"On that beautiful summer day, as the Atlantic breeze caressed the tops of the trees and as the sun shone, and as the city shimmered beneath his window, and a blue, an incredible blue, Pereira said, of such clarity that it almost hurt the eye, he began to think of death."

Antonio Tabucchi, Afirma Pereira, Lisbon: Quetzal (1996), p.9.