Nice
Nice should be horrible. But it’s not. It’s crowded with tourists who flock there in the summer for the sun and the beach. It ought to be a horrid tourist trap and, in truth, it probably is. But I loved it. I loved the wide boulevard running through the city centre towards the waterfront. I loved the restaurants that looked and smelled and felt great but weren’t. I loved the scent of coffee in the morning. In all, I loved the Frenchness of the place.