Unsurprisingly, Ruth made a friend at the Tampa airport. Her new friend tried to stay with Ruth in the Frankfurt airport, much to the consternation of her parents.
First destination: Nice, France. We arrived late afternoon, severely jet-lagged. Dinner with our group and this image were about all I could manage.
First night menu. The Floating Egg was amazing.
View from our hotel room balcony
A busy day at the beach. No sand, small smooth rocks instead.
Yes, the water was almost that blue. I shoot through a polarizer but did not push contrast or saturation.
Up the street past our hotel
Waiting for the minibuses
On the road through Nice
Path to the vines. The vineyard was at the top of a very narrow, winding road.
Kelly and the winemaker, Gio, explaining the vines on the hill behind them. Wilson, for once, paying attention.
Looking out over vines. Brangelina's winery is out there someplace.
The wines
The Wines, the Winemaker, and our Leader.
Remnants
Tools of the trade.
Waiting for wine
Wine Baskets
Hot sunny morning. The sun zeroed in on my Lensball and started lighting a barrel on fire. Moved everything before the winery burned down.
A very orange building.
Pastries and...
... Pizza.
I liked this image but couldn't decide how to finish it. So, two visions.
Umbrella overhead shade.
Wilson, of course, required police protection.
Very small shrine. There is a little statue of the Virgin Mary in the alcove.
Door humor.
Probably the most photographed spot in Nice
Morning run.
NO noisy games.
