Imperia and the Côte d’Azur: the same sailing trip
In the harbour, a sea breeze carries salt spray that clings to the skin. A foot leaves the quay and steps onto the wooden deck before the mind has even registered being aboard. A sheet runs through the hands of someone preparing the sails; a snap shackle clips onto the lifeline with a sharp click.The gaze travels up the mast to the telltales, then turns towards the sky. Even before casting off, reading the sky is the first instinct of anyone who goes to sea. The weather is holding.Now the eye drops, running from bow to stern across teak worn by years of racing, before reaching out towards the open sea. From here, the harbour of Imperia slowly receding astern is the last fixed point before a coastline that [...]









