Hi all,
In an effort to evade packing, it's back to reminiscing about spring break, specifically one of the best days of the trip, spent in Nice, France. The following is an excerpt from the travel journal I kept, part of which was written on a hill looking over the beautiful beach--I miss it already!
April 2, 2010
After a rocky start (French travel workers are the most unhelpful people in the world), I finally made it to the beach and all was forgiven. I'm completely in love with this city, which should come as no surprise considering it feels like a cross between Athens and Paris. The water is blue and turquoise, and the weather is sunny and warm--does it get any better? Oh, yes, and the flowers are blooming so it's colorful and even smells good. I walked through the famous flower market and it was basically heaven in street market form. There's also a fruit market, where I bought a 1/2 kilo of strawberries, which I'm currently eating as I sit on the hill with the ruins of the chateau, admiring the view of the sea. Earlier, I bought some postcards and wrote them in a cafe on the beach, 20 feet from the waves. It was surprisingly peaceful, with the sound of the drowning out pretty much everything else. Mediocre coffee, but I was really paying for the view.
After I finished, I walked back into the vieux ville and visited a few churches--the one in the flower market was beautiful, the others so-so--and then came the best part of my day. I sat in the cathedral square, in the sun, eating a Nutella crepe and listening to a street musician play some of my favorite pieces: Pie Jesu, The Mission, Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring, Aranjuez, and, ironically, Lascia Ch'io Pianga, which seems to follow me whenever I'm in France for some reason. I was so happy sitting there, I could hardly bring myself to leave. But I did, and found the castle hill and climbed up to enjoy the panoramic views of the Cote d'Azur--the name says it all. You can even see the Alps, covered in snow, to the north. Talk about the best of both worlds. Now I'm just writing and waiting for Brandon to join me so we can grab our last French lunch before getting on the train to Milan...
As you can see, I adored Nice! Brandon did join me eventually (after getting lost several times--he didn't love Nice as much as I did after that...) and we had an epic lunch of mussels and tiramisu. Provencal food is seriously the best in the world. Then it was off to Milan. More on that later!
Back to packing...
~L
Photos from southern France (I already posted these, but here's the link again if you want it): http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=203237&id=579896063&l=839c8a707f
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