Italians came from a long way off to look up at the war monument. It was made of bronze and glistened in
the rain. It was raining. The rain dripped from the palm trees. Water stood in pools on the gravel paths. The sea
broke in a long line in the rain and slipped back down the beach to come up and break again in a long line in the
rain. The motor cars were gone from the square by the war monument. Across the square in the doorway of the
café a waiter stood looking out at the empty square.