travelling...(for me) it is about inspiration.
It's about unexpected encounters with inspiring people and places; strangers who take you where you are to be led, discovering the ultimate familiarity within a foriegn landscape,
meeting familiar strangers and encountering strange familiarities,
placing oneself, irrevocably, into a place where spontaniety can breathe once again
On this day i awoke at the admirable hour of 11am, yum! Dopey yet refreshed, i awoke to the wonderous sound of an accordian in the street and to the smell of fresh, sweet pastries, flowing generously up through the window on the fourth floor.
It is winter in Nice but the sun is out and once i get walking along the buzzing saturday morning streets, i need only a t-shirt and jeans.
The people are friendly and willing; they are happy to be here... on the beautiful cote d'azur, who wouldn't be?