Younès Klouche

It was just before sunset at the Valley of the Temples in Sicilia. The ground gave off the heat it had stored during the day. A small breeze spread fragrances of fig trees, almonds, olives, and acacias through the air. I came across the ruins of the Temple of the Dioscuri.

A former photography teacher once told me that I would live happier if I could recognize beautiful light. I was really happy at that moment.