A wide and neatly plastered white archway opened the street onto the sea, just opposite the post office and next to the mosque. Ray held his letter in the mouth of the postbox, double checking the address and that it was adequately stamped, glancing back and forth to the ocean window. He let it drop and swung round to cross, dodging a cyclist who cursed him, and, paying a little more attention to where he was going now, reached the hole in the city wall.