From melting feet on Mallorca’s burning rocks to the bronzed Spanish police who make even toddlers fall silent — this is not your typical summer story. Add fruit vendors chanting “Melona, melona, coco…”, overloaded beach carts, and RoboCop-like officers patrolling Cannes, and you get a tale of two coasts: playful Mallorca and iron-willed Côte d’Azur. A Tatar mother’s gaze ties it all together.