The month of August, in Tuscany, slowly passes through still and sunny days. The thirsty and droughty country still maintains its golden face with the recently cut wheat. The sky is a clear, silent sea. In the afternoon life seems to be suspended, waiting for the evening, when people will walk and think again. During the hot hours of the afternoon the only alternatives are to sleep or sunbathe, except for those who still fight working in the weak rhythm of the hot time. Then, if one has the luck of being in enchanting and never too much crowded beaches, like the one in the Gulf of Baratti, it's really delightful to combine both things.