I won’t write about my month on Skopelos because if I did,I would have to tell you how lucky I feel to wake up each day to a view of the sea, which is always and never the same, and…

I’m writing at a dressing table placed in front of the open French doors of our bedroom overlooking the Aegean Sea. D is writing under an umbrella on the terrace. I watch him at times, and he looks as though…