As I stepped off the plane at Nice airport, I could not stop squinting and blinking. My eyes took their time adjusting and I wondered why?
Sunshine. Real live sunshine. It had been awhile!
After what seemed like an age of grey and gloom, wind and rain, the bright sun and blue skies of Nice were a much welcome change. Everything seemed so much brighter, drenched in sunlight, not a cloud in the sky. Even the buildings themselves were cheerful, decked in gelato colours - such a contrast to the seriousness and functionality of London. People seemed to move about in a slower, relaxed pace, strolling and soaking up the sun as if they had all the time in the world. I made a mental note to take a deep breath, pause and do away with the bustling pace that I had grown accustomed to and live life (at least for the weekend) a la Nice.
Strolling along the promenade, I marveled at the crystal blue waters as well as the massive stones and pebbles that made up the beach. That's not a real beach! Where's the sand? It was still far too cold to swim, even in spite of the gorgeous sunshine, but I can imagine that the seaside would be teeming with people over the summer months. I laughed to myself as I watched people stretched out on the pebbly shores sunbathing, thinking how incredibly uncomfortable it must be (and I assure you, it was!) But I do have to say, it was certainly a beautiful sight to behold. I'd later find out that the bay is actually known as the Baie des Anges - the Bay of Angels (but I'll just pretend what they really mean is that it's all mine.)
Walking through the old town, visiting the Cours Saleya market, getting lost in the winding alleyways and streets, I half expected the townspeople to burst into song just like in Disney's Beauty and the Beast! "There goes the baker with his tray like always..." It all seemed incredibly quaint! I pored over books and vintage bits and bobs at the town's flea markets, tempted to buy books that were most certainly decades older than me, even though I wouldn't have understood a word! My high school French was pretty much limited to "Please", "Thank you", "How much is this?" "Can I have ...." and "Excuse me, where is the toilet?" Thank God there weren't any major language barrier incidents this time around, only one misunderstanding over an order of Iced Tea - I had said what would've translated to Ice Cream Tea... whoops!
Have you ever had any "lost-in-translation" moments?