The airport in Nice would be a beach if it wasn’t an airport– it is literally right on the ocean. It is so beautiful, there is a massive boardwalk, the weather is perfect, Old Nice is filled with shops and markets. I walked for hours the first day. After than I settled into a little routine of going to the beach in the morning then coming back to the Airbnb to shower, nap, work on something, and then go get a yummy dinner. I was deep into the War and Peace audiobook at this point.

This was one of my favorite places. It was the perfect beach situation: not a sand beach, not too hot, perfect under an umbrella (which I bought), water chilly but not too cold. I loved it. Everyday I would go and by myself a baguette and 1-2 chocolate croissants. Instead of Florence, where tourists from all over the world gathered, in Nice it felt like there were more tourists from France, families on vacation. I discovered what would become one of my favorite homemade meals during the rest of the trip before I settled in Edinburgh: a prosciutto, brie, and avocado sandwich.

By the time I left I was done being on vacation by myself. I was getting bored.