The first thing you notice is the sky. It takes on so many different shades throughout the day, and blue does not even start to describe it. It is best to show it.
Do you see what I mean? While approaching the maze of seemingly dark, narrow, and winding streets of le Vieux Nice (Old Nice,) one might hesitate for a split second. After all, one can’t ignore the neighborhood’s once shadowy past. They say la fortune sourit aux audacieux (Fortune favors the brave.) Come on, follow me…
Is it Italy? Is it France? Old Europe, definitely. Everywhere around you, intense sounds, smells, and colors. Bright façades or unassuming walls. Sleepy houses in the early morning.
Les volets de Nice. Did you notice them? Nice’s wood shutters. A world all of their own. Unless their American counterparts, they work for a living, keeping houses dark at night, and cool in the summer heat. Sleepy giants who may – or may not – open one eye as you walk by. They serve the city well, as Nice façades reflect into their eyes. Again, colors, so many colors. Shades of ochre, yellow, red, green and blue. You feel yourself smiling.
Leave le Vieux Nice (the Old Town) behind, and the rainbow follows you…
At sunset, then at night, Nice, la ville Arc-en-Ciel, shines.
Many years ago, I found it, my Happy Place: It is a lively, hospitable city on the shore of la Grande Bleue (the Mediterranean.) I have friends in la Ville Arc-en-Ciel; and this makes it all the more special. One day soon, I will go back. Until then, whenever I need a dose of good old-fashioned joie-de-vivre, I can look at these photos and pay Nice a visit. And now, so can you.