In a letter to his parents, Alfred Westrom, member of the Swedish Archaeological Expedition to Cyprus, writes under a spell of romanticism:
But perhaps more than for the finds, I take pleasure in the quiet, solitary life down here on the beach. The sound of the waves never quiets. It has penetrated my entire being, and just as the waves rush up outside my tent without interruption, so just as uninterruptedly my time passes here, divided between statues in the earth by day and my tent down at the shore by night. I am completely alone and no visitor comes there. I am so fond of my little grove out here on the promontory that I almost never leave it except to go to the excavation. For the moment I have brought out the gramophone with some brand new records I just received from England: Chopin’s Complete Preludes. Einar had already brought his Ballades earlier. It is as though Chopin fits especially well here in Mersinaki.