Nice

I cannot explain the way I feel in Nice, other than to say that the sun spreads over my skin and wraps me in its warmth like an old and close friend. It dances on the streets, leading me to markets with plump olives, vibrant flowers, and the smells of Provence. It sparkles on the Mediterranean sea, showing me all of the excitement and glamour I’ve missed while I was away. It permeates every bite of perfectly ripe tomato and blistering hot socca. It makes every sip of rosé wine taste fresher. When it rests, I rest and await its glorious return.