We are in Nice now, settling in. Loving the house – it has great views from each tall window and a huge terrace with flowers and herbs. Every morning we walk to the market and boulangerie to get fresh produce and delicious bread. The French food is gorgeous and fully deserves its reputation. For example, today I’ve had the best almond croissant I’ve had in my life. Followed by the best warm baguette. And the best end-of-summer tomatoes. You don’t even need to know how to cook. Just buy random produce at the market and arrange it prettily on plates. Voila!
On the other hand, we miss some of the American things. Such as: people picking up poop after their dogs, being serious in their fight against mosquitos, or in their modifying the sidewalks for handicaps and strollers. To be fair, there is not much you can do with a two hundred year old sidewalk on the narrow little street. But still. As our son recently wrote in his essay: I look up and see gorgeous architecture and weather. I look down and see dog poop. :/ Finally, the pebbly, abrupt beach in Nice does not come even close to beautiful Hawaii beaches. But most beaches don’t.
On the balance though, we are very happy here. Life is slower and we get to appreciate it better at this slower pace.