Patience is not my strong suit. I have spent most of my life trying to conquer my need for instant gratification. Do it now; figure out how to deal with the consequences later. Another way to say that is, stick my hand into the fire; then figure out if it is hot. Or, out of the frying pan, into the fire. Haha. Right now, I must have the patience to tell you about my Saturday morning. It has been a fun one.

I woke up this morning, raring to go for a walk. Some days, I have more energy than others. Today, I felt great! Time to get outside. What was the temperature? (I am trying to memorize the local units of measurement – Celsius, Kilometers, Kilograms, etc.). My weather map said 4 degrees. Cold. Very cold. So, I put on my warmest tights, a turtleneck, my down jacket, scarf, gloves, headphones, my phone, a stocking cap, and took off.  My mission was to take photographs. I am constantly trying to find interesting shots. (I miss my Encino roses). Something must motivate me to take its picture other than a rose.  The Sea works. Close ups, long shots.

I walked out of the front door and turned right. Right away, I saw a local baker’s croissants – fresh-baked – in an open-air window. That would be a good shot. Too cold. The baker was standing in the front door, having a cigarette. The butcher across the street was coming to ask her a question. Neither had on jackets. Damn! Didn’t they know it was freezing outside? Good shot, though. Nope! Too cold.

I kept walking, knowing I had underestimated how COLD 4 degrees was. What else could I have put on to be warmer? Nothing. I had to relax – to keep moving – briskly. Ugh. Had to be careful. Couldn’t push the knee. Where was the sun? Still coming up? The Port. Get to the Port. There, maybe I could find a coffee – somewhere, maybe. Explanation, buildings in my neighborhood block the rising sun. Cafes don’t open until 8:00 am, 9:00 am, 10:00 am on Saturday.  If it is too early, there is no sun, and cafes are closed. The French operate on their own schedules, especially on weekends and holidays. I call it “French Time”.  Welcome to France. 

Once I hit Garibaldi Square, I had sun. Blinding sun, coming up over the Sea. YES! I looked around for an open cafe. Nothing. I kept walking. Never mind. Stay warm, take pictures. Try close-ups. Interesting close-ups.

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Uhhh, maybe not.  By the time I got to the French Resistance Memorial, I was warm enough to take off my gloves to get a picture. Gorgeous shot! Even includes my shadow – making it more interesting.  

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After that, I went to my favorite spot, overlooking the Sea and facing the rising Sun. I faced the Sun, said my meditation prayers, filled my body with healing yellow, and took off. 

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Selfie of me by the Sea,

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people walking dogs,

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local police on a break,

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“#I Love Nice” sign backwards, haha,

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Rocks and waves, a fisherman, the Coastline – taking photos.

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I crossed the Boulevard d’anglaise and cut-through to the Flower Market. That is where I saw open cafes and vendors. Nobody looked cold. Au contraire. Bustling activity, giving the Market energy. Shoppers with carts, buying fresh fruits and vegetables. Plus, tourists. Always tourists. Get close-ups, Jay!

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I had to get clever with my camera. I have learned to wait until a vendor is busy with a customer – then, shoot. Most vendors don’t want people taking pictures, especially close-ups. ????  Not sure why. One painter had a sign, “no photos, merci”. OK.  No problem. 

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I passed on to flowers…

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OK. Job done. On to Lou Pastrouil for breakfast! YES! Time to thaw out. Interesting to note, most people have coffee and reading the Nice-Matin newspaper are sitting outside by open air burners. Not me. I was too cold. I wanted inside. Plus, my favorite table was open. Life was good. 

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Back through Place Massena, wondering when the Ferris wheel and the silver Christmas tree will come down.

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Into Galleries Lafayette to “look” since the January sales are in full swing. Interested in finding a black crew neck sweater. I managed to find the perfect cashmere black sweater – one of the ONLY items in the entire store NOT on sale. Ugh. Can’t buy that. Too expensive. But, I did find one I liked OK downstairs in the Designer section – on sale and a “The Kooples”.  Not familiar with that designer, but I liked the sweater and it was on sale. 40% off.

Then, time for the “lighting ceremony”. It was time to light my January 2018 immediate family candles at Basilique Notre-Dame de l’Assomption.  Besides, my son Craig is racing, today.  A special candle for Craig’s safety…

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A final stop at Le Comptoir Irlandais for that light blue wool sweater from Ireland that I have had my eye on. NOT on sale (darn), and an Irish fruit cake, for good luck. Fun!

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On to home. I had been gone for four hours and walked 9707 steps, or 6,3 kilometers. The goal is 10,000 steps. I almost made it. I used 262 calories, but I ate more than that back with the two pieces of Irish Fruit Cake that I had for lunch. It was 12 degrees. Warming up! Sort of…..  I spent too much money. Oh, well, I will worry about that tomorrow. (Thank you, Scarlett!)  And, there you have it – Saturday, In Nice!! January 13, 2018. 

Best, Jay

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