The South (Le Midi)

The diffused magic of the hot, sweet south had withdrawn into them
the soft-pawed night and the ghostly wash of the Mediterranean far below
a sea as mysteriously coloured as agates and cornelians of childhood
green as green milk blue as laundry water, wine dark.

Så säger F. Scott Fitzgerald om Le Midi, södra Frankrike. En plats han aldrig kunde få nog av. Mitt i prick. Tycker att det är absolut genialiskt att beskriva medelhavsnatten som soft-pawed. Says it all.