The city is verdant but everyone is leaving. The places fill with tourists, first-time Parisians, August seven day wonders. She’s fed up, the same pick-up lines, the same let down softly. The mountains, the beaches, every escape’s the same old deal. Green is at every window rushing by, but where is she going? Where’s relief from the heat? Wordless, she sees how summer pushes desires into the open. Biarritz is like science fiction, like everywhere, when she wants natural. Sun goes green at the horizon, because it is normal and a miracle. Because she didn’t blink she didn’t miss it.
2 of 10: 'Le Rayon Vert' by Erich Rohmer (1986), in English called variously ‘Summer’, or ‘The Green Ray’