Spain, Malta, France, Italy.

Gibraltar, Malaga, Murcia, Valencia, Barcelona, ​​Montpellier, Marseille, Monaco, Genoa, Pisa, Rome, Naples, Messina, Palermo, Syracuse, Bari, Pescara, Venice, Trieste…

Small remnant of the disappeared Roman Empire, this Provençal and Catalan, Andalusian and Florentine, Corsican and Sicilian Europe crosses the ages without losing its colors bathed in light. The sleepy old Venetian, the rebellious Marseilles or the dazzling Barcelona, ​​are only on a large scale what all these cities of this warm shore are. Pines and olive trees cast their dancing shadows over small villages perched on white rocks plunging down to the sea.

All the patois are spoken there, they adore Jesus of Nazareth, they have a good time there, with the lightness of those who have seen enough in life not to take themselves seriously.