I don't know how you get to the secret city.
Down on the Promenade Anglais the sun is bright even in the pouring rain. This city is pretty with all its makeup and nice clothes. But it also smells like pee and cracks run through every inch of it. So I took a picture later in the night than we usually manage to be out. The Carnaval wall was still up along the beach, but it was a quiet night. It had the nice look of a wrong turn in Venice. I wanted to get a picture, but in the darkness it didn't seem likely.
I managed to smuggle this one out.
I think this place looks better just as it really is.
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