The kind of summer you talk about for years.
Morning coffee on deck as the harbour wakes up around you. A swim before breakfast in water so clear you can see the anchor. Lunch ashore in a Corsican port town, dinner that same evening somewhere along the Italian border. A day spent doing absolutely nothing, and another exploring a new coastline by jetski before the sun gets too high.
A yacht gives you all of it, without having to choose. The picturesque Riviera towns, the quiet coves, the long tanning sessions on the bow, the spontaneous detours. It moves with you, stops when you want it to, and brings the people you love most along for all of it.
Some days are built around a destination. Others build themselves, and those tend to be the ones that are hardest to explain when you get home.