We took a walk around Nice shortly after checking into our Airbnb rental in the Quartier des Musiciens.
I soon remembered why I love this town so much: the architecture reminds me of the Alexandria I grew up in and loved during the 60s. An elegant city, with colonial era buildings that shimmered lazily under the sun by a dazzling Mediterranean sea.
The calm and serenity of Nice this afternoon was unexpected. It was a Wednesday, after all, but it felt as if Erin and I were going on an afternoon stroll in a city whose residents were enjoying their Sunday off,
I started grinning the minute we got on the 99 bus to take us from the airport to Blvd. Gambetta (only 6 euros, and the stop we got off was two blocks from our street!), as I took in all the familiar the sights along the Prom, as we entered Nice proper.
I was getting closer to home, and didn’t even think about how casually I slipped into speaking fluent Medi style French with people we met.
Tomorrow I will go looking for more.