Stromlinie - NotShutUP!

They were dropping down the slope toward Cannes and the wind was heavy as they came onto the plain and skirted the deserted beaches, the tall grass bending and flattening as they crossed the bridge over the river and picked up speed oil the last stretch of fast road before the town. David 'found the bottle, which was cold and wrapped in a towel, and took a long drink and felt the car leave the work behind and move away and up the small rise the black road was making. He had not worked this morning and now when she had driven them through the town and back into the country, he uncorked the bottle and drank again and offered it to her. "I don't need it," Catherine said. "I feel too good." "Very well." They passed Golfe-Juan with the good bistro and the small open bar and then were through the pine woods and moving aIong the raw yellow beach of Juan-Ies-Pins. They crossed the small peninsula on the fast black road and passed through Antibes driving beside the railway and then out through the town and beyond the port and the square tower of the old defenses .and came out again into open country. "It' never lasts," she said. "railways eat that stretch too fast."