Pictures taken in Nice, France.
It’s about sixty something degrees in the sun when you can find it. The city is covered by shadow from the architecturally stunning buildings above the narrow cobbled streets. There are hand woven ponchos draped on hanging racks for a block, every boutique the same. There are small children meandering through the open air market speaking beautiful french and giggling. The wind rolls in from the sea, visible from where I stand. There are so many varieties of fresh grown vegetables, fruits, spices, even breads and pastas. Rows of motor bikes are propped against the chipping stucco wall and the tall, thin palm trees sway silently as if waving hello. The air is so fresh and clean feeling. There is an American cafe and it makes my mother and I smile. There are chubby seagulls swooping down from the sky as blue as the ocean. They chatter to each other while trying to pick up crumbs from the ground. I could live in this moment forever where everything is beautiful and warm.