I don’t know if he’s called Jack, but he’s one of the pirates whom I have to share my breakfast with.

I get up early in summer, it’s the only way, I have my own rituals…one of them, the most important to start a new day in the most relaxed way, is going out for a coffee with my husband and the pirates.

I allow myself to be totally childish and to enjoy the friendly abuses of the cheeky little highwaymen/sparrows.

We even buy one more croissant to share with them, while the young and smilingly efficient Portuguese waitress begs us-joking- to not fed them too much, since they leave traces of their… hum… passage on all the chairs and table and she has to clean constantly.
But I know she feed them too, when nobody looks at her…




All the photos of this series, which should be considered a homogenous work, compose a visual description of my very personal idea of summer. Each photo is posted on the same day it’s taken, they have all square format.
You might see also the others, if you have time.