Nice In Nice
I’m in Nice for the weekend. For central Londoners, the South of France is easier to reach than Devon, and about the same price, and as I don’t have a household full of cars – or indeed even move my car, unless there’s a cat stuck under it – I don’t feel too guilty.
The point is that a desk job keeps you indoors and a computer keeps you in semi-gloom, so when I’m working at an intense level, weekend breaks stop me from going crazy.
I’m heading out with my trusty phone camera to see what’s weird on the Promenade Des Anglais. There are usually a few rollerskating old ladies to snap….