The sky was a brilliant shade of azure and the sea a bright cerulean. On the low horizon you could just barely make out lots of yachts slowly drifting along the current. The sand shone and sparkled in the sweltering heat of the day. Had I not been standing under this palm tree, I think I would have fainted with heatstroke. Even the leaves of the tree were balding and spiked, as if to reject the attacking sun rays. The white hull of the small boat glared in the sun and the little blue roof stood out against the cerulean sea, leaving ripples as it went along.