Nice!

Is beautiful. It snowed most of the two hour train ride from Marseille to Nice, but Nice is snow-free and warmer than Marseille, mostly because it is lacking the ferocious wind.

The architecture here is amazing, and I can't stop myself from looking up, which is hazardous when the side walk is uneven in places and littered with dog droppings. And it's beautifully sunny.

I'm out to get my bike tuned up, and to wander around a gallery or two in my new! gray! leopard-print! jeans. Rod Stewart's 'If You Think I'm Sexy' is playing right now, and I prefer the Revolting Cocks' version. A perfect note to take my leave on.

And it's not too late to mail soomething to me!