Nissa

The first sunset of my stay started like this. I had been sleeping but it was impossible to ignore the swift changes of colour and light.

As anyone who has packed in a rush will know, you are bound to forget something. In my case, it was my camera. Fortunately, thanks to the rapid evolution of smartphone technology, I had my iPhone on hand to attempt to capture the beauty of Nice and the other nearby towns.

My first morning, I woke up to the yellow reflecting off the wall into my room.

The first sunset of my stay started like this. I had been sleeping but it was impossible to ignore the swift changes of colour and light.

AS some of you may already know, I love sunsets. They can be so surprising in terms of the light and colours that transform right until the sun has disappeared. Even when you’re looking from one tall building to another with little direct view of the actual sunset, I continue to be amazed by the drama and silhouettes.

Missing the Sun, Missing the Sea

As England lapses into darkness and cold, I find myself nostalgically browsing through my photos of my trip to Nice at the end of last month.

Swimming in the sea, my head skimming above the surface and sun shining down through the water. And the people.

Spending days and nights on the beach.

The last night, slightly hazy now. Sitting with my friends from the language school on the beach. Someone had brought a guitar. Another, a drum. Everyone had their voices: Wonderwall by Oasis. And then the lightning struck and we sprinted to the market.

Moments I miss.

And of course I went to the Matisse and Chagall museum. And Musée des Beaux Arts, and the MAMAC. So many beautiful things to see, and to do. And I took so many photos. The light was too good not to.