One October day after a crazy storm, I went fishing with Beppe and Tommaso at sunset. Fishing bores me to tears, but I hauled the lines and helped out. The scenery was very distracting. Beppe insists he can taste the difference between fish caught in the various coves around Lo Scoglio. Which is to say fish that live maybe 100 feet apart, or whatever the measure for fish real estate is. He could be telling fisherman's tales, but I believe him.