Italy and France in July have a way of testing your stamina and seducing you all at once. The sun beats down with unapologetic fervour, making even the air shimmer, and you find yourself moving slower not out of laziness, but because everything around you demands to be noticed.
What made the trip special wasn’t just the destinations, but the way we experienced them: driving through winding roads, stopping wherever caught our eye, creating our own rhythm rather than rushing between crowded landmarks.