Evening in the harbour of Saint-Tropez
Late afternoon, the light turns soft, the first boats return to the old harbour. You meet at a discreet, pre-arranged spot — she in linen, dark sunglasses tucked in her hair, without any staging. A walk along the quay, an aperitif in a bar overlooking the masts. At half past eight, a table at a restaurant on the water: rosé from Provence, fish, conversation that doesn't sound like a programme. Later, a wander through the old town's lanes, without a destination. No schedule, no rush — just an evening that feels as if you had already shared many like it.
