I met this lovely man few days ago on the corniche. Something about him was captivating. He had the bluest eyes. As blue as the sea and the sky laying behind him. Between two bursts of laughter, he shared his story with me. He was 65 years old and had been swimming on this side of the littoral for the past fourty years. Summer, winter, he swum all year long. He was known as the "King" of the coast.