Nine months ago I was walking along the Promenade des Anglais in Nice with a coworker, taking photos of the unbelievably blue Mediterranean with my cellphone. We stopped for a bite at one of the many restaurants under the boardwalk, and we were guided to a table right on the beach. I took a photo of my wine glass casting a shadow on the table, lounges, sand and water in the background. Rarely do my business trips afford me the kind of down-time that permits me to relax, but there, I relaxed, and I stayed that way for all the days I was there. It was remarkable. I vowed to return as soon and as often as possible.

This photo could be of anywhere, but when the feeling of contentment envelopes me, I know it was taken in Nice.

The evil people of this world will not take that from me.