Heading to bed last night my mind was spinning round in circles after hearing the news of the devastating attack on the people of Nice, my heart breaks. Only 4 or 5 days ago I was enjoying the warm heat coupled with the sea breeze on the South of France. Walking up and down the Promenade de Anglais was something that happened numerous times a day. Smiling faces of the locals and those travellers, passers by who were enjoying their holidays. You don’t always catch their faces or learn their stories, they could be the ones who have passed away or lost loved ones last night. An atrocious act happened yesterday evening, ironically on Bastille Day, the day where France celebrated their freedom, and stole 84 people’s lives (and sadly still counting.) My thoughts, love and prayers are currently been sent in droves to France right now and I hope my readers will join me in that. I was due to post a number of posts about my time in Nice, which I am going to postpone over the next couple of days as it just does not feel right. However, I do not want people to forget what a beautiful place Nice is and I will champion the ever so chic town all I can in the coming weeks. Hug your loved ones, kiss each other goodnight and remember to tell those you care about that you love them. It’s a cruel, cruel world, what they think will divide us, will only make us stronger. #ViveLaFrance.
Bee xxx
