You’re on the French Riviera.
A wonderful breeze is coming off the water.
You sit on the rocky beach at night in Nice, listening to the tide gently take the rocks in and out an inch or so at a time.
In the distance you hear something.
Your ear pulls itself from the relaxing tones of nature to focus on what’s happening down the beach.
It’s familiar but somehow incomprehensible.
As you edge closer you realize...
A bunch of drunk teenagers are blasting Zac Brown Band’s “Chicken Fried” and singing along out of key.
This area attracts people from all over the world. The weather is enviable, the sunlight is rejuvenating, and the water is just blue. Straight up blue.
Strolling the promenade in Nice then hopping on a $4 train to neighboring Monaco is jetting in and out of tunnels that gives the impression of a zoetrope of yachts, blue water, and mediterranean architecture on your way to one of the most expensive inlets in the world. So expensive that one poor soul had to land their helicopter on their yacht instead of using one of the pricey helipads nearby.
Nice
