Fresh pasta twirling on forks, endless rosé and bougainvillea spilling like laughter —
there was my Riviera love peering over at me. Palms leaning into sunlit beaches, stalls overflowing with mangosteens, dragon fruits, and golden pineapples. Crystal waters calling your name, streets whispering secrets. Incense curling into the night sky, stolen kisses, street festivals, distant wedding bells. Saying yes to the unknown, sun-kissed skin, the perfect book in hand, and that song as you land.