The sun set behind the Grimaldi plateau, although the diurnal twilight lingered over the ocean. The sky was hazy blue, and deeper tinted waves rocked the whole Earth. For a long crescent, he hung over the horizon there, his light dimmed by sunlight, increasing from a thin crescent to a full disk three times wider than that of the setting sun.
Now, at dusk, a huge silver lamp hung over Nardos - the Beautiful City, built on the water. Light flashed above the tall white towers [296], above the ten-mile white adamantine bridge from Nardos to the coast and illuminated the beach on which we stood, with brightness almost the same as during the day.
