Cranes squeak with laughter early morning in Nice-
hover around my balcony that overlooks the beach.
Shop-keepers clank open the shutters,
and coffee lingers longer in the air.
Come alive those small streets and lanes
as sunlight announces a long bright day.
Beige rocks on white pebbles shore-
along run long stretches of broad promenade.
Few miles down is Monte Carlo.
Sleek yachts sway to rocking parties.
Life here shifts to top gear,
and spurs you on with a new set of feet.
I bow, my sensors tuned for optimum reachlest, I miss this subtle charm of Nice.