2.27.04

Nice is nice. I've waited a long time to be able to write that. It's terrible I know, but I'm here, I'm tired, so I should be cut a bit of slack on this.

I left San Francisco under rainy skies and rode the smallest plane United could muster to get us to Paris. Some people find it fashionable to complain about flying and travel--and sometimes I'm one of those people--but the truth is I like it a lot. Not so much the leaving, but the being there.

After laying over in Paris I hopped an Air France A320 to the Nice, France airport, and from thence, a taxi (one of the ubiquitous Mercedes E-Class diesels) to Le Meridien Hotel which sits across the street from the Mediterranean.

The great sea is an impossibly beautiful color today. Every color of sea green and blues all blended together under an azure sky. It's cold and blowy but is in all ways just what it should be.