We arrived by ferry in Nice. To be confronted by the aftermath of the atrocities there. We went past two shrines of thousands upon thousands of flowers and bouquets. We didn’t stop to take pictures – it just didn’t seem right but I admit to shedding a small tear at the outpouring of grief that was evident.
We rode on. Went through Grasse which was a sight for wore eyes. Great place but as rain was felt for the first time on this trip we knew we had to knuckle down somewhat.
