It really, like in a paradise, when you look up at the Temple of Poseidon in the Cape sounion, standing at the edge of the bluff, waves crashing below.
Indulge the sentiment like in George Gordon Byron's The Isles of Greece:
Place me on Sounium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep...
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