An orgy of tat

Apparently Friday nights in the centre of Nice in the summer turn into an absolute chaos of tat - portrait painting, fake tattoos, knock-off bags, wallets, etc - I even saw a man in actual sackcloth and ashes. I always thought that was a metaphor (or something similarly literary. You know what I mean.)

That said, because I know you've all been just pining for it, below is today's photo of summer.




We went to the port in Nice for lunch, saw the Corsica ferry (big, yellow, about all there is to say about it) and the rocks in the sea there are in the picture above.

Further photos - including that of the pink salt they gave us with dinner tonight - to come at some point...