On vacation in the south of France in November, I experience the emptiness of an out-of-season Banyuls. A handsome actor buddy of mine arrives to rehearse the scripts for his next shoot. I watch him from breakfast, in the privacy of our Airbnb. And outside, I watch him interacting with the others; the villagers, suddenly numerous. By the end of the week, we’re bound to be closer. But better that I don’t think about it too much.
