ANTIBES

This was one of my favourite evenings. In the Jardin de Poètes, people were reading and writing on the steps as the last of the sunlight disappeared and evening arrived, couples and families were out for a slow after-dinner stroll, seagulls circling and perching along the rock walls. The sky and sea faded together, golds and rich blues slowly giving way to muted mauves and soft blue greys. Everything felt unhurried, a kind of quiet, poetic softness settling over the whole garden at last light.