Well here in France summer isn't possible before mid-June, but for me, being Swedish, it very much feels like early summer. It snuck up on me while I was working myself to the bone, and so, I have to try to catch up. Which I can't, so I offer some pictures of today's little jaunt to Nice. I met with my (very charming, handsome) surgeon, and then spent some time alone in pretty Nice. I need to take more pictures from ALL the different "quartiers", but this at least is a start...
At the Hôpital Pasteur this beatiful old church is squashed in between the newer buildings.
That colour!
Hollywood?