Considering the size of it, Nice is a quite endearing city along the French Riviera. I've enjoyed kids crossing the street after school, uniforms still relatively neat after days spent playing soccer or maybe jumprope, and learning a foreign language (English perhaps); off-duty cops or firemen playing Petanc in a vacant lot; a kvetching barista's excellent Americano presented in the ever-present white china ILLY cup. People-watching people at outdoor bistro tables occasionally sipping on that goblet of white wine. There's a difference between being mellow and the habit of slothfulness—these citizens are clearly of the former persuasion.