The soft light falling on Nice has appealed to artists for decades and their work is commemorated within some of its museums. In the narrow streets of the old town the light is funneled earthwards onto the people below, subtly illuminating their faces as if painted with a soft brush.
I walked through the maze of streets daily, always surprised at how places would play hide and seek with me. I would note a pretty restaurant for lunch or a quirky shop, but be unable to find it again!
This is a girl I would see quite often on my walkabouts and always know where to find her, should I ever find the courage to ask for her photo.
Music: Ne Me Quitte Pas by Jacques Brel.