You’re enjoying your vacation to the Alpes-Maritimes. The vinyards, the sun-dappled terraces, the rented pieds-a-terre in Cannes and Monaco. A moment of strange quiet at a dinner party outside of Nice, that moment when the afternoon tilts to the golden hour and a familiar question poses itself: what shall one make of this evening? Then, a feeling that you’re being seen. Almost like a breath or a whisper. You turn…
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