- People-watching in the old town over beers and citron presses, as we gently poached in the sunshine.
- Being lulled from a doze by tales of the Fitzgeralds' escapades along the 1920s Riviera.
- Oysters.
- The moment a man walked past and laughed at the scale of my (then divested of lobster carcass) plate. In retrospect, I was eating from something the size of a very large salad platter.
- The colour of the sea, spied from way up high. Nice is just beautiful.
Saturday 5 September 2009
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