After arguments we dined on the beach:
The pink-rimmed dusk of Cannes and Muscadet
Allayed the strain and the sea suited still
With the sun rolling, softly, from the hills.
In the morning we drove through l’Esterel,
(Made of lava-orange rock, pine tree greens,
And a sky of raging fire, far as we could tell)
Then quibbled over colours of the scene.
How to take it all in, breadth and beauty—
Between airports, arguments and acrimony—
Overawed of Provence, et les forêts de vieux,
How to assimilate Pablo’s Mougins, me, and you.
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