The sun overwhelms the city with its straight, terrible light; the sand is dazzling and the sea shimmers. The stupefied world slumps into a siesta, a savory death where the half-awake sleeper savors the voluptuousness of his own annihilation. (Baudelaire - La belle Dorothée)...

"However, strong and proud as the sun, she steps out into the deserted street, alone alive at this hour under the immense azure, and making a bright black spot on the light. She walks along harmoniously, happy to be alive and smiling, as if glimpsing out into space a mirror...