Delivered by RIB to Morwenna, whose crew had departed early and were already under canvas in the Baie des Anges off Antibes, upon stepping over her deeply varnished toerail I initially failed to spot my host, until I was instructed to look up. There he was, hauled up the mast and working so intently he hadn’t noticed my arrival.
He descended a few minutes later, wiping grime from his hands, looking less like the typical owner than a deckhand. It was, I was to realise, a characteristic introduction to Stéphane Monnier – not a man, today at least, you’d easily mistake for the successful interior designer he is, dressed in a faded T-shirt, shorts, bare feet and a straw hat. Perhaps nowadays his CV should focus more on the nautical,…