Sacha had a meeting near Collioure, a seaside town I wanted to visit, so I hopped in the car and went along with him. It was nearly a five-hour drive, we talked the entire way—about everything and nothing, without ever running out of words.
When we arrived, the town’s facades dot the narrow streets- pinks, oranges, and yellows, set against the Mediterranean Sea and resting below the snow-capped “Pair of Knees.”
The wind was fiercely cold, hitting 60 mph— there were few brave souls out exploring. With tourist season long gone shops were closed, streets were empty, and the beach with colorful parasols. Still, we wandered through the winding paths, and after a while, we found a lovely place to stay, which made the whole journey feel just right
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