A venerable Roman chapel in southern Italy or a lost monastery in the fragrant hills of Greece... Here, time is irrelevant. There is only eternity. On the cold flagstones, polished over centuries, the scorching heat of the Mediterranean summer exalts an infinite, almost sacred love. Suspended in the air, a scent of mysticism and mystery, evoking an ardent, almost violent fever. Incense, frankincense, and myrrh, immemorial aromas for a full and impetuous passion, ready for communion.
