Legend Spirit Montblanc 2016

Salvatore opens its eyes, the light shines gently through the slats of the closed shutters. He gets up, goes to the kitchen and opens the fridge. The scent of the ripe grapefruit that he put in two days ago is pouring towards him. He takes the glass carafe filled with water out of the refrigerator, opens the wings of the balcony door of his one-room apartment and goes out onto the small balcony. A fresh breeze is blowing from the sea, there are still a few light clouds of veil hanging in the sky; a sunny, warm spring day is imminent. Salvo goes into the bathroom, washes himself and takes a fresh white shirt out of the closet, plus his light linen suit. The streets are still deserted, the way to the office leads him along the Calata Mercedari. On the left the sea, on the right between avenue trees the just blossoming lavender. Like every morning before work he wants to drink an espresso in the small café just before the turnoff to the harbour. He sits on the spartan terrace overlooking the sea. While he waits for his coffee he lets his gaze wander into the distance. The sun unfolds its power more and more and shines on the already dry alluvial wood only a few meters away from it. The perfect start to a warm May day.