This place. Such a favorite. We revisited weeks ago on a spring break excursion. It's a hillside by the coast, planted with rows and rows of ranunculus. When I was very small we called it "rainbow hill" after the way the strands of petaled color seamlessly met the sky. There were fewer buildings then. Still when you're in the midst of it, with the dust of the road, the bright of noon, and a blue ribbon of sea in the distance, you find yourself quelling the impulse to run down the steeply plowed furrows and gather the largest bunch of ruffled blooms you've ever seen.