SunKissed and Salty Sweet

When I left the house at 10am, my backpack rubbing deliciously against my sunkissed shoulders and neck, it was already 35degrees in the shade. I remember Marseilles in a heatwave a few years back. Staying in a small apartment with a beautiful French friend, sleeping pretty much au natural and waking up every morning with the sheets soaking wet. It was so hot that by the time we had made breakfast the sheets were bone dry again, with two salty outlines where we had sweated....