#azurblue

Once again, since my move into Nice Centre, I live near the Sea, this time the Mediterranean. Same idea – water and mountains at the same time. I love it. It is now the focus of my morning walks. I like to get up and out by 7:30 a.m., if possible. No later than 8:00 a.m. That changes as days get shorter or longer. The city is just waking up. I walk down my street, Rue de Lepante, and head for Old Town, cutting through side streets, exploring here and there. I like entering Old Town down the steps (by the Italian Market) to the Plaza and by the fountain in front of the Court House. 

Sometimes, I go right to the Sea. Others, I walk by Flower Market vendors setting up their stalls.  Thursday, I am going the Flower Market route.

  Near the end of the stalls, I turn right, go through the arches, and VOILA!!

I cross the street, turn left, and head for the Port. It is really pretty. Early in the morning, the only people out are those of us who exercise in the early mornings. The rest of Nice is just getting up. 

Around the bend, I see the sun – coming up in the east. The light shines in my eyes. 

After that, I walk to Place Garibaldi, sit down at my favorite cafe, Cafe Campo, order a croissant, jus d’orange presse sans glace, cafe americain, and vert d’eau.  At that point, I have walked approximately 2.6 miles.  Then, walk another mile home.  

It is fun. I will admit, after walking 3.6 miles, I am tired. So, I only do that when I don’t have an appointment or meeting of some sort. Otherwise, I walk to and from the meeting or appointment. Every day, I walk somewhere. I still drive when I go on a trip to Valbonne to my luncheons. And, this week, I hit golf balls at Golf de Biot. I drove there. Otherwise, I walk. This is a lifestyle I did not see in my dreams, but, come to think of it, I like it.  HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYBODY!!

WRITE THAT BOOK!! JUST DO IT!!

#smartauthor  I started writing in 2012. Well, that is not really true. I started writing when I was a little girl.  The first “Diary” I have is dated 1949. 

I wanted to record things – thoughts, secrets, events. I want to spend time with my best friend – ME.  During the day, I “behaved” – at the table, to the neighbors, at school, to relatives, to shopkeepers, to salesladies, to Sunday School…