The July moon dances on the sea as night falls in Ibiza. I have the perfect view from my table at Es Xarcu. The restaurant is hidden on a sandy beach, nestled between rocks like a pearl in an oyster. Its ambience is rustic and welcoming, and the food is as incredible as the atmosphere. Memories of summer nights in the sixties come flooding back to me. The warm breeze, a secluded beach, dancing till dawn—there is magic in the air. Feeling inspired, I reach for my plate and sketch. This is a place, a moment, I want to remember.