They lied - hard work has killed people

I've figured out that it's this intoxicating mix of sea salt, sunshine and flowers that makes Nice so irresistible. I'm not sad here. I want to come home but I don't want to leave Nice. I went for a run on the Promenade and saluted like 80 other runners. I walked around Nice's ruins today and I smelt the most delicious fragrance ever, but I couldn't actually find the flower that was responsible...no matter, it's my muse now. Then I spent some time on the beach. I walked down in a sun dress and fell asleep in my bathing suit.

They lied - hard work has killed people.

French lilacs

The bigger the running studs the better!

Can I live here?

Got everything I want but you...and a beer

I got soaked three seconds letter