The silence of the Tuscan hills rolling towards the sea is broken by the cicadas' song. On the horizon is the island of Elba. A ship is calmly crossing the strait. A cat arrives, surprised about not being the only one to enjoy this special moment. A caress is exchanged for a moment's complicity. A light, spiced meal with Poggio ai Santi's bread and olive oil completes this course of peace and farniente. Can one feel guilty for staying a few days in Paradise?