S’il n’y avait ni la mer, ni l’amour, personne n’ecrirait des livres.
Marguerite Duras
Europe was hot this August, hot like it’s never been. The only thing distracting me from the beauty of these place was the constant state of perspiration I found myself in. The French Riviera caught me by surprise with that mischievous, carefree feeling. Hot days gave way to balmy nights, soft and silky like the perfect summer dress. We only did one day of proper exploring in Nice enough to appreciate this gorgeous town on the sea rich in history and great food. The rest of the time we walked around until we could not take the heat anymore, at which point we retired into our perfectly air conditioned airbnb only to re emerge at dinner time.
In spite of that, it was the perfect little stop before our last destination.
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