It was too windy to go out, but we sat on the boat and had a drink and watched the sun melt – red and pink and gold – while the wind knocked and chimed through the masts. Afterwards they drove me further out along the coast … That memory will stay with me forever – folded into the backseat of a mini, hands over my head to keep from bumping through the roof as we careered along winding coastal roads, the sunset fading away into pastel provencale hues, and the sea – oh, the sea – turning from turquoise to sapphire to black, whipped by the wind into such a frenzy of movement that it appeared the islands were sailing steadily towards the land.

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