A generous pool in a green garden. Among pines and palms. Where you catch the scent of the sea and the Mediterranean scrub with the calm of someone settled into a welcoming retreat, far from noise and rush. Time changes pace. It stretches out on the sun loungers, spreads beneath the branches, stops checking its watch. The music arrives soft, in the background, and the pages of a book turn almost by themselves, helped along by the light breeze and an icy Daiquiri. Ahead, the pool, like a siren, sings its refreshing call, in a world apart that here has truly no hurry.