Then came Nice, the city where I being the pretentious bum I am, constantly ranted over the nostalgic excitement I felt to be back in the city I lived in during a short-term exchange 2 years ago with 100 other students from my city. There were a lot of “I’VE SEEN THAT”s and “I ATE THERE”s (I get really excited about food ok), and a very pleasant sort of bittersweet feeling to be back in a place that seemed so familiar yet in such a different situation.