Tagged with south of France

Attention Les Gazelles

Attention Les Gazelles

In the blink of an eye, my two years in France have come and gone. Nice and I have had a classic romance: I was infatuated with the light and the color when I arrived and then reality set in and I had to work hard to learn the language and ingratiate myself in order … Continue reading

Don’t forget to look up

Don’t forget to look up

After living somewhere for a while, even a place as beautiful as the south of France, its easy to start to takes things for granted. I’ve been in Nice long enough now to finally have my own little routines and rituals but along with the comfort of knowing a place, I realized I was starting to … Continue reading

Paper-thin Walls

Paper-thin Walls

When I tell people I live in the south of France, I am met by jaws slack with envy and any number of variations on “must be nice” in reply. And to be sure, there are plenty of wonderful things about living here. It is indeed very nice. But I don’t live in the south … Continue reading

The French Flea Market I Almost Missed

The French Flea Market I Almost Missed

I was excited to read that there was a rummage sale in Nice this weekend – actually the French call it a Vide Grenier, which literally means to empty the attic – but whatever you call it, any scenario where people set up tables with mounds of cool, cheap, used, stuff is a dream come true … Continue reading

How to Make Long Distance Work: Move Closer.

How to Make Long Distance Work: Move Closer.

The Englishman and I said our last goodbye over two months ago at the airport in San Francisco.  Fittingly, we said hello again last week at the airport in Nice. The two of us have had countless rendezvous in airports all over the world: from Cairo, to Rome, to Tel Aviv, to London and Portland, … Continue reading

Getting to Know the Neighborhood

Getting to Know the Neighborhood

My neighborhood here in Nice feels like a little microcosm of modern France. From my balcony I can see the ethnic diversity and historical layers that make up the area.  I love the combination of cultures that come together here.  As I try to make this foreign city home, I am in good company with … Continue reading

Insomnia

Insomnia

The worst has happened: I can’t sleep. What’s the big deal? You might ask. While insomnia may seem like no big thing, especially in the recent wake of a nine-hour time change, it is a huge deal for me. I can sleep anywhere, anytime. On a bus or a plane, or at a party… It’s … Continue reading

…And I’m back. In Nice.

…And I’m back. In Nice.

After 35 hours in transit I made it back to Nice and the city has welcomed me with glorious, bright, warm, sunny weather. Despite all of my traveling, I have yet to figure out how to pack light.   This is a cause of great consternation for the Englishman, who manages to never bring more than … Continue reading