I can’t remember the last time I slept in a double bed. It’s a great feeling, perfecting the star fish and exploring every square inch of the mattress. The silence of Eze, France is an ocean away from the tunes of taxi horns and street chatter in Harlem, New York. And that ocean is on my front door step.
Today I dipped my feet in that ocean off a pearl-coloured boulder in the beautiful Calanques of Marseille. A friend and I shared a baguette as we fought for reality, searching for it wedged in between crystal-clear fiords and towering cliff faces.
“Are we really here?” we echoed to each other. The sound waves bounced back and forth, and the tides of perception rolled in.
Bare feet and barely present, we tried our best to give our senses their fill.
“The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.”
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