Affectionate Farewell, Cap d'Antibes, France

The weary sun was tenderly bidding farewell to the sea.

The blue of day still rippled, yet gently and relentlessly the twilight was absorbing it.

A soundless advance, a sweet captivity.

Dinner was being prepared aboard the yachts, and white wine in translucent glasses held the already pale sun resting at the bottom.

Antibes would soon become alluring in the shimmer of its lights, yet they could not rival the stars.