Christiane Celle, Calypso Figue
She spent the first day away completely cloaked in sunlight. She took her café crème on the terrace and her salade niçoise on a plate poised on her bent knees, toes in the sand. Her pocket guide instructed her to ask for Ricard and water at dusk. She complied, and let the iced aperitif cool her lips and set fire to her insides. After that, she stopped following the rules.