Paris, Je T'aime. {Day Eight}

Bonjour, Nice! 

“...All Paris belongs to me- and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.” 

― Ernest Hemingway

And so, we flew to Nice- Ville France sur Mere, if only to be specific. I’m too busy taking pictures and documenting our “journey” to think about missing Paris. It’s interesting, very much so, to see first the bustling city, and then suddenly, go to the south of France, with its contrasting quietness and delicious ocean. 

Actually, it reminds of my home- so not too quiet; but if you’re looking at Paris the same way one would look at the population of San Francisco…

I welcome the peace. 

"If France were music," I thought to myself as I leaned out the window to feel the chill of fresh sea air brush against my face, my camera clicking almost non-stop, "Paris would be jazz piano music..heavy, and a healthy dose of "deep." Nice, on the other hand, is the music of an acoustic guitar on a starry night...light-hearted, and friendlier, and inner joyousness spilling over." 

Until tomorrow.