Slabs of grey, sun-scorched concrete and vast stretches of unsheltered outer now probably rank as a far harder sell to the average punter though, you'd assume.
Hard frost, grey, snow, sun, frost.
(As, too, are the black-cloaked, grey-bearded, sun-blasted priests who roam around doing Orthodoxy things).
At first gunmetal grey with the sun behind it, the macabre maypole dance has now morphed into a wobbly funnel.
But, we got to see how the clouds turn the volcanic lake a gorgeous, clear blue-grey and the sun turns it a deep blue-green, like a Scottish loch.
Baking in the 100-degree sun, the grey graveled military cemetery looks like a really lonely place to spend eternity.
Regulus, on the other hand, is sheer glowing horror: a blood orange disc of a sun against grey and screaming fluorescent lines, inspired by the story of the Roman general whose eyelids were sliced off.
Laid out on wooden drying racks there were sardines and octopus, small sharks, barracuda and reef fish too: moorish idols, parrotfish and pipefish, their bright colours all faded to uniform grey by the harsh sun.
The next morning I was on a boat cutting through grey water while the sun climbed over the mountains to the east, the low rays staining the snowy summits pink and setting the sea alight with streaks of gold.
London's streets are "a grey nightmare in the sun"; a mirror is "malevolent with age"; a dripping tap plays "a gay and horrible tune"; an early spring day is "heartless" and "acid, like an unripe gooseberry"; in more than one story, trees are "tormented" by the wind; the sky has "no colour", or it is a white glare, or it is, when Rhys is at her most direct, "the colour of no hope".
