Where one's feet
... are likely to wander, at least if you are spending much time with us along the streets of 500 year old villages. This is Old Antibes, on a sort of knob-looking projection out into the Mediterranean a little west of the city of Nice.
I like that cobbles were removed to put in underground utilities, then were replaced carefully afterwards. Something about heritage? I wonder what it would be like to live in a city whose sensibilities could make room for such sentimental stuff ... hmm.
We won't be here this time, but it is the very sort of place we are drawn to on in-town parts of days.