I have had a love affair with the Sea for as long as I can remember. There is something about being near it that satisfies my longing for peace, even for a moment. In 1968, I traveled across the United States to live by the Sea. (Yes, I know, the Atlantic was closer, but I wanted the Pacific and the mountains at the same time.) For seventeen years, I lived in Pacific Palisades – near the Sea. Breathing Sea air. I loved every minute. The juxtaposition of sea and mountains was beautiful to me – every day. Still is. During those years in Los Angeles, I would jog down Tesmescal Canyon, run a mile or two along the coast and breathe a lot. Or, walk up the steps from Santa Monica Canyon to Palisades Park in Santa Monica. Then, run to the pier and back, always stopping at the rose garden to take in the blooms. Over the years, I drove by the sea whenever I could, went to the beach a lot, and did “Seatreks” from time to time. My heart is happy thinking about it.
Once again, since my move into Nice Centre, I live near the Sea, this time the Mediterranean. Same idea – water and mountains at the same time. I love it. It is now the focus of my morning walks. I like to get up and out by 7:30 a.m., if possible. No later than 8:00 a.m. That changes as days get shorter or longer. The city is just waking up.
I walk down my street, Rue de Lepante, and head for Old Town, cutting through side streets, exploring here and there.
I like entering Old Town down the steps (by the Italian Market) to the Plaza and by the fountain in front of the Court House. Sometimes, I go right to the Sea. Other times, I walk by Flower Market vendors setting up their stalls. Thursday, I am going straight to the Sea before heading toward the Flower Market route back home.
I turn right, go through the arches, and VOILA! There is the Flower, Fruit, Vegetables, Meat, Fish, and more Market.
I leave the market, cross the Plaza in front of the Court House, and head for breakfast at Lou Pastrouil’s – fresh orange juice, croissant, and coffee. Early in the morning, the only people out are those of us who exercise in the early mornings. The rest of Nice is just getting up.
Then, I head home. At that point, I have walked approximately 2.6 miles. Then, walk another mile home.
It is fun. I will admit, after walking 3.6 miles, I am tired. So, I only do that when I don’t have an appointment or meeting of some sort. Otherwise, I walk to and from the meeting or appointment. Every day, I walk somewhere. I still drive when I go on a trip to Valbonne to my luncheons. And, this week, I hit golf balls at Golf de Biot. I drove there. Otherwise, I walk. This is a lifestyle I did not see in my dreams, but, come to think of it, I like it. HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYBODY!!