STILL, everything is still. A great season is knocking at the door, but yet all around is silent and quiet. Empty pools were just scooped out by winter rains, stacked deckchairs form wide color blocks recalling the past season and introducing the upcoming one; tennis fields are huge courses dripping of paint, refreshing the landscape. Paddle boats hang on the pier, WAITING for the next season to come.
Water parks are DESERTED, fun parks are CLOSED, quiet, empty.