The first photo in this essay is my wonderful backpack, the one that was stolen while I was napping on the train near Marseilles in southern France in August. I continud on to Nice where Setareh Sabety, my dear former sister-in-law, took good care of me for nearly a week until I got some new clothes, a new computer and a new backpack (nothing like the original, but good enough). It was my first trip to Nice in the summer and I was hoping to see what I had heard all my life about the French Riviera: Lots of bare breasts. Alas it was the end of the tourist season and the beaches were mostly populated by local senior citizens. Heyf shod :o) Nethertheless, I had a great time. Thanks Setareh Jan. 123 next › last » 
