I took this picture from the Promenade de Anglais in September 2011, during a time in my life of great sorrow, but also of great healing. I remember staring into the Mediterranean Sea, the day I arrived from Marseille via Barcelona, wondering if joy would ever return to my life. Then, that very evening I walked into a packed, tiny jazz club, in the middle of the town square, watching people rub up against one another, and I remember feeling that I would indeed know that kind of joy in my own life again one day. It’s heartbreaking that someone stole that joy from the city recently. To Beautiful Nice, I send love and light, in hopes that the light and warmth I felt from your city with one day soon return to your own hearts.