The Riviera and Monaco

I had become very efficient at discovering things. This was, I decided, a warning sign. I made a new plan: an afternoon with nothing to prove.

There were lanes, boats and a fountain. A bench offered a view without asking for a ticket. I sat down long enough to stop composing the account of sitting down.

That evening I wrote only one line. I had enjoyed myself. The notebook accepted this as a complete report.

An imagined travel diary inspired by original Travel2City photographs. Mea’s scenes and words are a creative interpretation, not a documentary account.