Hawaiian wedding in Mykonos
White walls washed with winter, mingle with a breeze born from ocean spray and wind sails. There is a smell here. Familiar, unique. It smells clean. There is a bugambilia tree in the center, with arms outstretched, like Moses a splash of pink that pitter patters. Through streets built by Dr. Seuss. Delectable delights demand your senses, there is white on white, a deep white, of many coats with white doors and white walls and white houses and white sand and white wine next to the blue sea. Ian Webber.
