A few standout memories from this beautiful little city on the French Riviera:
-Trying my first escargot, a little plate-bowl thing of five little snails in a garlicky sauce (tasted to me like tiny mushrooms. Loved it), served to me at my table in a pretty dank basement restaurant, which… in a funny way elevated the experience, HA. The mustier the wine cellar, the better the wine, amiritetchy’all
-Wandering the Matisse Museum! AH!
-My travel buddy JJ and I attempting to recline on our backs on Nice’s beach, which is just a bed of LARGE rocks that don’t feel amazing underfoot or under…back. LOL
-Developing a sinus infection and spending three days in a hotel room I hadn’t budgeted for, HOWEVER, enjoying my first break from hostel life in a minute. Which meant no longer hearing a certain street performer’s favorite song from my hostel window :’) This was a good thing
-Watching fireworks crackle in front of a blood moon above the Riviera, as it just happened to be Bastille Day. We did see policemen with machine guns watching the beach and promenade closely. They were friendly. A few months after our visit, there was finally a conviction for the 2016 events.
-Finding these embracing marble lovers at the top of a staircase at the Musée des Beaux-Arts de Nice. Took a photo and sent it to me mans, who was far away at the time
2022. Portra 400 shot on the Olympus Infiniti Stylus
