PARTANT?

In French, être partant means being game for something.
An adventure, a conversation,
a departure from the ordinary.

You arrive Friday evening in a city
that won't rush you.
Eight people who are partant.

We meet for a salon on Friday.
Saturday and Sunday unfold as scenes:
a photo walk, a gallery,
a bar where someone chose the music.

Between them, hours with nothing written in them.
Cafés, naps, miradouros, your own detours.

Just enough structure to feel held.
Just enough space to breathe.

By Sunday afternoon, you've had a weekend
that feels accidental, and wasn't.