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Lit up by the first rays of morning light, up close rocks protrude like ancient golden artefacts from the silver pools on Mabibis virgin beaches.

The air is still and cold, my fingers numb. The first morning frost greets the wintery lake while the shy faint sunlight breaks through wafts of mist.

They say Architecture in general is frozen music, up close never better an example as this Cantina in the rolling hills of the Toscana.