Our last night in Nice.

Today nothing is impossible.

The house wine, nice.

Niçoise salad

So good.

Yummy.

This is the night that I stepped outside the restaurant for a moment with wine in hand, just to enjoy the night air.  And this french man with a wonderful accent, a Richard Gere older type on a bicycle, stops in his tracks and turns around.  He starts sweet talking me and really just putting the moves on me.  He even asked if he could show me Nice at night, continuing to tell me how beautiful I am, etc.  I was cracking up on the inside.  I bluntly told him, thanks for the offer but I was happily married.  He looked to the sky, head tilted way back, hands to the side with palms up and says, "Why????"  He kept belting out some other lovely things and that my husband should love me very much every day.  It was a classic movie scene.  Well, ladies and gentlemen, I guess I still have it!  Hahaha

    

Nice at night! Beautiful.

Ice cream about everyday for Steven!

The sculptures in the square light up with different colors, but they gradually changed into other colors. It was quite beautiful and, personally, I've never seen anything like it.  It gave the town a cool ambiance.

Goodbye Nice!