What is it about me that even when I’m on a beautiful coast, I want to go up up up? That’s a rhetorical question. No way you could begin to answer that. The previous post was about the devil’s bridge that connects Eze with the towns heading west towards Nice below. As nice as the… Continue reading going up up up
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a Dachshund wrestling the devil on his newly built bridge
Have been in the car quite a lot in the last few days. I’ve lived in places where you really need a car and then I’ve lived in places where public transportation makes having a car unnecessary, and I much prefer the latter. But I’m no Luddite. As I stumble through life, I’m in awe… Continue reading a Dachshund wrestling the devil on his newly built bridge