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Some weekends you don’t plan. They just happen.

Friends flying in from everywhere, one long table, too much rosé and a view that does half the talking.

The Côte d’Azur in spring is almost unfair. Palms, flowers in every color, light that makes everyone look like the best version of themselves.

Swipe through. The South of France set the scene. The people did the rest.

Already counting the days until the next one.