Over Spring Break, I had the good fortune to be able to travel to France, Spain and Italy. Nice was my first stop. I arrived alone at night and remember riding a bus through the city, at once overwhelmed and charmed by the foreign-looking lights and signs on the way to the hostel. The next day I walked the entire length of the city, taking in cafes, hotels, apartments and restaurants that looked exactly as I had expected: so French! The colors of the walls around me were always warm, Mediterranean shades that radiated heat from the sunlight-what a change from England. As I explored, I found that the side streets were always the most alluring. With fewer tourists and more real life to watch, I wandered for hours. It was easy to get lost because the buildings were so high, with so little room in between, making it impossible to catch one's bearings by any sort of tall landmark. This photo was taken somewhere between my hostel and the beach, though I have no idea where.