I woke up to a loud hullabaloo outside our place in Nice. To our surprise it was a sea of pink clad joggers, runners and walkers. The starting gate was only a block to the east of us and the course rant for a mile or two to the west. At the west most point they turned around, came back to the starting point and then did another lap. Maybe it was a 10K run, with folks having the option of a single 5K lap. Once again we learn that leaving a city in Europe on a Sunday is a risky thing. We could only imagine the hassle it would have been trying to get to the train station with this run going on. We took it easy and relaxed most of the day.
One batch macking the turn for their second lap and one group standing at the ready at the starting gate
Way out there my 40x zoom barely gets there
Some milling about before the gates are opened
At the starting gate
Right under our room
Miles down
The next group are released
Heavily armed guards
N is the logo
Much later that day
The hint of the moon can be seen and the balcony is filled with happy hour celebrants
Somehow, still not full
It has been a week of months since the clouds parted enough for us to see the fullish moon
It has been 3 years and 121 days since we began our Migration
