We took the train from Nice, France to Florence, Italy. Walking from the Hotel Compte de Nice to the train station, we stopped for breakfast at the cutest little patisserie and bought some real French croissants. Oh. My. Goodness. Remember in Ratatouille when Colette told Linguini that how to tell good bread is in the SOUND? Yeah. The sound of that bread stays with ya for a while. Such a simple gift: to taste (and hear!) really good croissants in France. Mmmmm.
Oct 31, 05:27PM PDT | 2 cheers | 1 comment
Now I’ve stood in the Pacific Ocean, the Atlantic Ocean, The Sea of Cortez, The Caribbean Sea and the Mediterranean Sea. Countless other bodies of water, too, but these are pretty major and indicate my travels. This photo was in the French Riviera, next to where Nice meets Monaco.
Oct 26, 05:27PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
The Placé Massena. An awesome plaza at the end of the main thoroughfare in Nice. The concrete floor in a swirly black & white checkerboard, these towering statues glow in rotating colors, and there’s always something going on. Street Dancers filled a quadrant of the plaza the night we were there, both with their music and their brilliant moves. It was quite a welcome to Europe!
Oct 25, 06:48PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
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