A glass of rosé

St. Barths

People stroll down narrow streets, french rolling off the tips of tongues to mingle with the fragrance of flowers and fresh baguette. Sunlight pours into the ocean, its blue crests twinkle like shattered crystal. Boxed cars and red scooters zip up and down the streets, almost hitting a man, oblivious to all but a glass of rosé.

 I went to Czech for two extraordinary and hectic weeks. Filmed a bit of the sweet spots and foods--