I have already in the past appreciated the complex readings of the photograph notwithstanding the fact that I am inclined to be attracted to B&W images mostly (due to their reductive/concealing nature).
The image is a distorted happiness, a haunted nostalgia.
This is what I often call the "transcedence" of the photographic endeavour. The reality suspending moment and its transformation beyond the limits of the known, the familiar and the ordinary.
The stereotyped white cycladic(?) walls with the sky blue windows show their "other" face, the one actually lived when the summer is over.
I will stop here ... not without praising the excellent and multiple frame-in-frame and the hermetically sealed secrets of the image.