But with this flow, the breeze was nice, so nice.
I heard the sounds of waves, cars on the roads, and rustling leaves of palms. Moreover, the breeze brought me whispering of several juveniles on a beach. They were just in front of the shoreline, and talking, laughing, throwing a stone into white waves, and even running with each other like 100m sprint.
Here was Nice, I just kept walking on the Promenade des Anglais.
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