Je dis <I say>: I wanna be that kid. Yes, that one, in a sandbox. I wanna be naive and believe that I can fly. I want to run wildly, not caring ’bout tomorrow. I want to smile and laugh so loud that others would be embarrassed. That’s right. I wanna be la petit princess – living the present with a wise young sight towards the world. But. But but.
I have some short stories from Nice (& not only). Followed by bits of sun, water, childish emotions and smiles. And limoncelo of course. This shiny experience made me see the world hasn’t changed yet. Though I did.
I forgot to mention that the little one wasn’t the only niece at French Riviera. I was a niece myself! To a distant relative who welcomed me as a dearest child and once again proved me that my family is simply great.
And here comes my sunny story… Follow up for views to French Riviera. >>>
Pay 3.60 € for a coffee and dine like a boss. Right on the turquoise beach. And the servers even speak English here! And Russian!
Saint Paul de Vence.
The final destination of our Côte d’Azur trip was a tiny little town on the top of a high hill. It was called Saint Paul de Vence. It was something I’ve never seen. Ancient narrow streets accessible only for pedestrians; art gallery at every entrance; street names carved into stone; golden sunset rays licking the ancient walls and pure glorious childish joy when dad carries her on the shoulders.
Yes. Kids. Remind me of the times when the only man I cared was my dad. The only struggle was ‘how to install Sims?!’ and the only future wish was to become a singing doctor… Yes times. So magically inspiring. I feel I gotta open Harry Potter books again.