At Cap Croisette the day does not end, it dissolves. The rocks hold the heat, the wind carries salt, and the sea turns darker while the sky grows softer.

Nothing calls for attention. You sit, you wait, and the light keeps changing without asking permission. Mira 400 remembers the warmth longer than the eye does, keeping the gold even after the sun slips behind the cliffs.

It is not a sunset you watch, but a place that slowly releases you.