We arrived in Nice yesterday afternoon. It’s has a nice feel. People promenade along des Anglais, amble down back streets with gelato (Nice is close to the Italian border) and nurse a rosé watching the world go by.
The light is my kind of light. Bright and shadowy.
I stumbled on yesterday’s today’s photo (sorry I’m a bit behind).
The yellow wall and green awning drew me over from the other side of the square. Just as I clicked the shutter I was fortuitously photobombed by the kid losing his ball. Thank you kid.
I love everything about this image, Andrew. The concentration on the face of the young fella in the foreground, the boldness of the yellow and green, the abandon of the youngster dashing from stage left, the table tennis ball suspended, the colour of it binding the picture together. It's a beauty. The words make Nice sound our sort of place; we love a promenade, a gelato, and, of course, Rosé. Love these little vignettes.