The Blue Water...where the sky speaks of the sea. the quiet afternoon sun plays patterns on pillars, a gentle breeze ruffles the palms...only the Araliya flowers falling softly to the pool disturb the tranquillity.....
a parade of palms reflect the last golden rays as the sun tipsbelow the horizon. The fishing boats set off on their nightly excursions, theor lanterns doting the darkness like stars...
The pool, clear and sharp edged angles its way around the cluster of palms..a particular shade of the blue entirely its own. Water, warmed by the sun ripples gently, following the shadows of the coconut fronds...
Subtle blends of ochre and shell wellcome you... cool terracotta tiles tempt bare feet, soft white linen invites you to sink into their depths and listen to the sea outside....
Windows tall and wide frame the Indian Ocean....Crisp white cloth complements the mahogony. Lights reflect on the pool, casting a warm glow....A gourmet spread awaits.
a parade of palms reflect the last golden rays as the sun tipsbelow the horizon. The fishing boats set off on their nightly excursions, theor lanterns doting the darkness like stars...
The pool, clear and sharp edged angles its way around the cluster of palms..a particular shade of the blue entirely its own. Water, warmed by the sun ripples gently, following the shadows of the coconut fronds...
Subtle blends of ochre and shell wellcome you... cool terracotta tiles tempt bare feet, soft white linen invites you to sink into their depths and listen to the sea outside....
Windows tall and wide frame the Indian Ocean....Crisp white cloth complements the mahogony. Lights reflect on the pool, casting a warm glow....A gourmet spread awaits.
