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The Vespa was a vintage shade of "Summer Butter," which matched the endless fields of sunflowers lining the road to Cap d'Agde. Arthur, wearing a linen shirt that fluttered like a trapped bird, gripped the handlebars as if they were the only things keeping him tethered to the earth. Behind him, his wife, Clara, was laughing—a sound almost lost to the wind and the rhythmic thrum-thrum of the engine.

The Verdict

I sat there for twenty minutes, helmet in my lap, eating a slightly squashed pain au chocolat. It felt like a church service for agnostics.

Heliotropism: Young sunflowers follow the sun. If you are lost on your scooter, the direction the flower heads are facing can give you a rough estimate of the time of day and cardinal directions.

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Arthur looked at the sunflowers, then at the cheerful, naked painter, and finally at his dusty Vespa. He started to chuckle. Then he started to roar. He took off his heavy jacket and tossed it onto the seat of the scooter.

A flash of pink moving behind the stalks. Then another. A man, fifty yards in, emerged from the flowers as if born from them. He was naked as a peeled apple, a straw hat perched incongruously on his head, a pair of binoculars dangling around his neck. He wasn’t running. He wasn’t hiding. He was simply there, walking a worn path through the giants, his skin golden as the petals.

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