So I could leave too. To the Côte d’Azur. All alone in the train carriage. On the left, the endless beach of Biot. A bike and sunshine. I’m listening to Marc Almond and Soft Cell loudly. It’s for these moments that you’re here.
Cannes, Golfe Juan, Antibes, Nice-CdA
Construction work in Cannes and Antibes is already on a downward trend. But GBA and the others have disappeared with them too.
I like the architecture of the new Nice. God, why do D and CZ build those cumbersome Hitler Barracks everywhere? In the same style.
I stop by the store in MC. I miss tomatoes, juice and Ricolla CH candies. It’s 7 pm, it’s open normally and normal songs are playing on the radio at home.
With violent aggressive Christmas in CZ? Little, very little in common.
Oh, and don’t forget. In Cannes, they had incredibly lush green grass. And when I got out of train in Antibes, the station smelled like lilies of the valley.
And I counted 39 countries.