For thousands of years the Mediterranean Sea has been a jewel. Wines, olives, and slaves flowed from the coast. Wealth drenched cities. I arrived there in 1982.
Antibes.
The city had existed since the Bronze Ages.
I only knew for the now of 1982.
Women shadowed by the Mare Nostrum.
Friends.
Friend and husband, a Foreign Legionaire.
Like always on the Cote d’Azur un estranger is no one, until he has plunged into the Baie Doree.