You can't see them, but the mosquitoes were definitely there.
Atalanta Mary is launched without excitements.  We spend a while in the lift dock sorting out the batteries, boom and sails. And chatting to an English man working on a very large wooden yacht in the yard.  He lives there and the boat is his family’s.  He provides some recommendations about places to avoid and suggests a stop at St Lorenzo Al Mare, just before the French-Italian border. Noted.