Visiting the archaeological site, the noise of the highway, so intense, makes the experience difficult and strange. Oak trees, wild olive trees, fig trees, mastic trees, I observe the vegetation and sit down for a while to rest from the uphill climb. I observe the dry riverbed of the Maronas river and a well-lit dry hill with traces of now destroyed terraces. I realise that this hill probably once fed the whole settlement. I sit under a carob tree and enjoy a pleasant breeze; this side of the hill is protected from the noise of the highway. Visitors with their families pass by and get discreetly quiet when they see me painting. Calmness mingled with the sound of the cicadas.
