German boy meets American girl in Paris and so inevitably they search for freedom in Ibiza. The ensuing sex, drugs and rock and roll (provided by Pink Floyd) eventually lead to his downfall and (to give you a clue) it isn’t due to the sex or the rock and roll.
Paradise is found in the glorious scenery of Ibiza, the white island, but lost in white dust to dust. Ibiza’s castle, looming over town and harbour is the location of the end for the beautiful friend, specifically in the tunnel nearby.
The castle is seen from various angles, as are the lighthouse and the ferry.
A depressing story in which simply beautiful scenery suggests a beautifully simple lifestyle, incomprehensible apparently to the ugly, twisted characters who infest the island.
If this is ‘More’, then I’m not looking forward to ‘Less’.