Of course, as fate would have it – the wind has kicked up and the day is cool. That beautiful azure blue sea that I have been dying to go into is now choppy and cloudy. Keep in mind that it is still the most amazing blue that you will ever see, but it is thrashing about with white caps and tossing people around like rag dolls. I am frustrated, but realize that we have many more days to enjoy a day when the sea will be at rest. Nevertheless, I am determined (or foolish – you choose) to go in, and Jon watches me as I carefully enter the surf —unfortunately, I end up twisting my knee in the process. You see, Nice doesn't have a sandy beach -- there are these smooth 1-3" gray pebbles that you must navigate an entry on. Sure enough, I plant my leg in the rocks and the surf proceeds to bend my knee in such a way that it normally doesn't bend. Alas, I am now limping and on a combination of Ibuprofen and wine. I am hoping that it is just a sprain and not a serious injury. Time will tell. By the way... even with the surf ... the water was marvelous! As were the wall-to-wall sunbathers. There were only a handful of topless gals (young and old), I'm sure by week's end I'll be tossing off my top as casually as a smoker flicks away a cigarette butt. As they say... when in Rome....
The inviting sea on a calmer day
We end the day shopping for dinner and even with an iced-knee, I manage to cook a tasty meal -- chicken breast with fresh tomatoes, onion, garlic and green pepper with potatoes, green beans and a cheap bottle of Bordeaux (about $2.50, and it sure beats two-buck Chuck!). For some reason it tastes better than a home-cooked meal in Pasadena. I'm guessing it's a combination of inspiration and being in one of the most romantic places in the world. You just FEEL like cooking! Bon Appetit.
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