[Written on August 29th]
I only have one thing to say about Nice:
I arrived in a heat-wave, carrying a budding cold, and everything about the city felt a little over-done, stuffy, deprived of oxygen.
I am aware, though, that in my state of sore throat and running nose, I am not a fair judge of anything, and therefore I’ll end with this:
The shade of blue of the ocean is amazing, the narrow streets of the old town really cute and the fountain by Place Masséna, where laughing children played, delightful. I had crêpes at a cozy little crêperie that brought me back to the crêperie off the main square in Montpellier – they even had the same mugs and jugs for cider!
So, yes. That was Nice.
Katja Malmborg 