Atelier Des Ors Riviera Drive Eau de Parfum - 100 ml

The convertible swallowed the bends of this steep road. Below, the azure sea contrasted with the green of the carpet formed by this imposing mass of umbrella pines. Jackie, passenger side, had carelessly tied her square in the hair. The speed accentuated the aggressions of the hot air on their tanned faces. Suddenly, the sea disappeared at a turn and the car was lost behind the hedges of some villas. Here and there we guessed magnificent gardens suspended from the cliff by a few spaces left by sparse vegetation. The sea reappeared embellished in its intense blue. "A Klein canvas," she thought. We could see Cape Martin in the distance, a real rocky outcrop, plunging into this magnificent bay. The light breeze on this July afternoon was loaded with sweet notes of conifers and aromatic plants. They would have liked the car never to reach its destination: their reverie could have continued indefinitely, as this winding road of the ledge represented an enchanted parenthesis on the French Riviera.