A Morning in the South of Somewhere

It started with light, the soft kind that pools on pavement and paints shadows behind linen. Morning  has its own rhythm, and on certain streets, it echoed that of a coastal village far away.

We saw France in the balconies, Italy in the cafés, and the spirit of leisure in every in-between moment. But what made it magic wasn’t the reference, it was the blend. The local charm wrapped in resort textures. Leather bags against rattan chairs. Flowing skirts walking tiled paths.

Here, bags became companions in a city that felt reimagined global in aesthetic, but rooted in real moments.

We dressed not to impress, but to express ourselves. The color was bold but never loud. The fabric was intentional. Accessories whispered stories of travel, of taste, of time.

We may have been grounded, but our hearts were elsewhere. Drifting. Dreaming. 

A morning mood that could’ve belonged anywhere especially where time takes its time.