Matt Sullivan

Last Monday week I had to fly to Nice, France on work business. I lived in Nice back in 2001/2002 for around six months, and I had not been back there since. It was strange, landing in an airport that I knew intimately (I flew in and out of it at least monthly while I lived there), and yet had not walked through it in years. It was a real shame that I did not make it into the city proper; time would simply not permit.