I would so like to talk to the man in this photo. He has an aire about him. What was he musing about? They seem at utter peace - a Holiday - with no tribulations, no schedule - no stress of airports. They probably drove or took the train. There might be chowder for dinner with coarse bread and hot tea - a fire, maybe a radio show before crawling between heavy crisp sheets. The sound of the ocean and the salt tang lulls you off to sleep. Can life be any better than this?