Nice, France

Nice smells like hot pancakes soaked in maple syrup. Walking in the forest, along the seafront or through the city, the smell is everywhere. It brings memories of lazy weekend mornings when you linger over breakfast as shadows retreat toward the windows, pulled out by the midday sun. How can you not feel happy in a city that smells so sweet, where the sun seems always to shine, and where the sigh of the blue clear sea calms like a mantra. The sea … crystal liquid!

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