Rose' of Grenache

Gracefully sashaying down the stone path lined and often covered by climbing jasmine vines, the sent was intoxicating and lively. Summer was upon them, the heat lifting from the stones through the soles of their feet, laughter echoed on the breeze and wrapped tightly around their hearts. Nothing could beat the freedom felt by a day of leisure soaking in the brine glittering pools, munching on tart plums, lying back in the sand after a long day in the sun, to watch the stars come out, one by one and telling stories of days past but never forgotten.