Hard to believe it’s been a year since we arrived in Nice. Time really does fly when you’re having fun! Some thoughts on a year here.
Holding up a pair of tomatoes, I told Frank that they weren’t to be eaten until tomorrow—Sunday.
He just cracked up.
“How do you know that?”
Every apartment in Nice comes with a cart to take to the markets. They’re jokingly referred to as granny carts but they come in handy!
Conquer my (small) French kitchen–sounds easy right? When faced with new appliances and having to replace some old favorites, not so simple.