Pop … pop … pop! Berries burst below my bicycle’s tires as I pedal alongside the seafront. They’re acai, blown down by a smooth sea breeze from the overhanging palm bushes that run the size of the promenade. Their pierced skins polka-dot the bricked terracotta avenue under in a deep purple hue. I whizz previous glittering boats bobbing within the marina … a pair sipping chilled rose wine at an open-air…
