Cassis, Sud de France, La Méditerranée.
Fresh. Vibrant. That blue. The cicadas never stop singing.
Smells like a blend of pastries and flowers. Looks like several buckets of paint exploded.
I didn’t feel sad when we left, couldn’t feel sad, because I can’t imagine never returning. I always come back.
It’s such a part of me now, my place on the Mediterranean Sea.
This was my third trip to Provence, to the calanques region. It was my birthday, Bastille Day, and the World Cup all at once. Fireworks over the harbor, singing in the streets.
That energy, I’ll never forget it.
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