Summertime is here and that means cruising around on pink Vespas, lazing in gardens and keeping your Dalmatian hydrated. It also means grass stains, 160° on metro line 4 and more Eiffel Tower key chains than normal.
What it doesn’t mean is palm trees, parasols and yachts. And that’s why I’m moving to Nice. Nice is nice. Nice is colourful. Nice is strolling around with a gelato and The Girl from Ipanema in your head. On the French/Italian border I’ll be able to croissant around town in the morning and play bocce ball in the afternoon. Bien! Bene! Buon…… wait, what?
Thanks, Paris, it’s been a slice. A slice of the creamiest quiche Lorraine with the perfect ratio of cheese and bacon. We’ve had good times, we’ve had bad times. But most importantly we’ve had times. Times I’ll never forget.
Now blog off.
Nice!!! Does this mean Nice by Dark is in the works???
Maybe, just maybe, Kevster. That is unless the pace of life is even slower in which case you can expect one update a year. But it’ll be a BIG update and totally worth it. Miss you bigtime, bro x
Can wait. Hope to see you soon! Going to send over some TTT good vibes with Amy Lu for you. I believe in you!
I can hardly wait for commentary on the REAL salade niçoise and the benefits of seawater. Bon voyage!
Great Post Mel. Love the pics. I’ll look forward to the Nice blogs once a year
Does the Girl from Ipanema still sound in your head?
5 weeks in, yes… how long do you think it will last?
Wait! This means I never got to meet you in Paris! I was away the entire summer in Spain (because yes, I need to get away from Paris, too) and am just reading this news now.
Well, you’re right. Nice is nice. Makes sense. Happy adventures!