Sun soaked green shutters, a sense of ease and the soft warm Provencal evening basks in the late light through earthy fields of golden sunflowers. Heat shimmers along the terrace, and a ripe fig bursts its skin, sweet juice rich like honey caught with amber. A sense of laid back summer sensuality drifts through towards nightfall. A curtain moves in the light breeze, a french window wide open, the unmade bed within, its white sheets rumpled as barefoot lovers wander out and find the stone terrace surface a warm caress on smooth skinned heels. A cork pops from a bottle of the palest rosé, there is a clink of glasses, and the lingering hot mouth taste of a stolen kiss.