Nice has been a very sobering place to be in these last few days in the aftermath of the Bastille Day attack. There is definitely a feeling that something tragic has happened, and there are flowers and candles in memoriam all the way along La Promenade des Anglais but people do seem quite calm and somber. It felt surreal that life just carried on in the days that followed, but it did made me feel even more grateful to be alive and in such a beautiful place!
On Saturday evening I was standing along the promenade looking at one of the many memorials, and everyone was silent apart from the occasional sniff. A French woman who looked to be about 60 started softly singing the French national anthem, and got louder and more powerful with each verse as people joined in. She sang with such fire and determination, it gave me goosebumps and was so moving.
On a lighter note, I loved how beautiful Nice was, both the beach and the buildings. I have never seen so many blues in the ocean before! And to whoever came up with the colour scheme for the town – SUPERB JOB. it’s heaven.
I had two nights here and just wandered around, ate, and lazed on the beach.