Vol 1 Issue 12
“They arrived in Portofino toward sunset, setting anchors fore and aft as the sun disappeared behind a gathering cloud bank. The zodiac tender was soon in the water, and the three of them headed for shore. If they were lucky, the storm would hold off until after dinner. If not, the return would be interesting. Giselle had insisted they leave weather gear on the tender in case it did.
“Portofino, like most of the Italian Riviera, was postcard pretty, captured in its small valley at the foot of the surrounding hills rising to wrap the old village in green. The incandescent lights strung across the piazza like glass beads were already lit for the evening. Clusters of people moved in cross currents, some with cameras looking for sunset shots, others posing by the quay with the water behind them. Tables closest to the piazza were full. Seeing and being seen was a time honored entertainment.”
This week completes the short story , “Saint-Tropez Sketch,” begun last week. Please let me know what you think of it!