Nice

After landing in a smoke-filled, lung-choking Charles De Gaul terminal that was a throwback to sixties/Jetsons architecture, we ran like mad to get a train to the riviera - we proceeded to Nice.

The Gare at Nice, on a sunny day.

Cathedral (I think of St. Nicholas).

In Europe, we spent a lot of time looking at cathedrals, even though we're not religious. Call it monument envy. Don't spend too much time on this one, I underexposed it and then spent lots of time trying to fix it later.

Left: A brightly lit fountain at night. Right: Steph at the beach, which despite the nomenclature, isn't a real beach at all, but a steepish-shale slope composed of mostly finger and fist sized smooth rocks. Top: Steph and her "Oh-so-sincere-for-the camera" smile. Bottom: trying to hold the camera steady with my right hand and take a picture of both of us.

Pedestrian stairway connecting two blocks. This is one of my best pictures - the sunlight, shadows, greens, yellows and purples came through very well.

Another shot of the lighthouse and breakwater, with Steph in the foreground. There was too much sunlight - I guess it's a little overexposed.

Above: war memorial. Left: Steph and her ridiculous pack.