Above the wooden table, an unknown sign was hanging from the ceiling, or perhaps the ceiling itself was hanging. He reached up and pulled it down. It meant nothing. He took it down and unfolded it and carried it to the window that led to the balcony.
From the window he could see the beach, and beyond it to one side he could see the sea.
This is perfect.
He sat down on the window-sill and looked at the unknown sign.
Dear me, he thought, this is perfect.