We love that word "patina" (and no, I am not inferring the Royal We, I'll leave that for the Queen). We bat it around effortlessly as in "Oh, I find the patina on this frame quite charming, don't you?" But what is interesting to remember is the hows and the whys of the flaky crust, tumble-down and slimy sheen. It comes from use. And age. Just like the little wrinkles, the crinkly ones forming in the corners of my eyes from too much smiling (there is no such thing). So I will leave Sete with the details and trails of a hard work town, well-worn. Not with its heart on its sleeve but more probably, a tattoo over the heart.