July 15, 2016 (197/366) Nice
For the third time in 18 months, I am deeply sadden by the violent attacks that have claimed so many lives and caused so much fear and anxiety in France. This time the target was Nice as families celebrated their national holiday. I have many fond memories of trips to Nice: of strolling down the Promenade des Anglais searching for sea glass; of swimming in the Mediterranean before dozing off upon the smooth galets; of the worst sunburn of my life (maybe not such a fond memory); of celebrating Mardi gras with students in 2009; of visits to the Russian Orthodox church and the Matisse museum; of Provençal fabric, the perfume of homemade soaps and freshly cut flowers, and the taste of lavender ice cream, white peaches and garinguettes in the markets of Old Nice. Once again, my heart goes out to the people of France.