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| 59 (count'em) different lollie flavors |
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| Not what you think it is |
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| Arboreal strangle-hold |
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| "Oh shit, where's my racquet?!" |
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| Between Toulon, where he earned his spurs, and putting down the royalist uprising in Paris, Vendemiaire, 1795, N lived here |
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| Brilliantly adorning the Durandy subway station, a block from our apartment |
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| The Mediterranean was pretty calm during most of our stay, but for this one day; no surfers, however |
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| If you're a wealthy wannabe painter, Charvin is definitely the place to go, whether in Nice, Cannes, or Paris; I noticed the place when we visited in 2013; in 2025, we lived two blocks away; the smocks are about 200€ |
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| Gloriously old-fashioned |
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| Pleine aire |
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| Shades of azure |
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| Back in old town, the beautiful 16th century Sgraffito above the Adam and Eve House |
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| Patron saint of baguettes |
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| Vetements Sexy pour Hommes...similar store in the Marais...mostly skimpy underwear and bathing suits |
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| Strangely, in the heart of Nice, not a block from our place, is this beautiful equestrian store; we walked by it almost daily and never saw a horse or rider; not even any horse manure |
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| Sort of what Charvin is to painting...this place is to riding |
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| I confess to being a wannabe wealthy painter, but never a wannabe equestrian; but if I were, I'd shop here |
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