There is no way to describe the feeling I got yesterday looking out the airplane window as we were landing in the airport. I was returning from my five day holiday in Nice, France, home of the sparking water, bright buildings, clear sky and sunshine. To go from that back to Canada-- home of snow, soggy winter boots, running noses and chain smoking poutine eating bus driving Quebecers was not in any way pleasant.
But I will always have my memories, and of course, my souvenirs-- which I will be sure to post pictures of once I get around to it-- to remind me of the five days I spent in paradise.
My Favourite Place in the World.
The Flea Market