Timeless Tales: A 1990 Journey to Nice, France with the Women Who Shaped Me
In the fading echoes of 1990, a photograph captures a moment frozen in time — an adventure that unfolded in the bustling corridors of the New York airport. Gathered were four generations of strength, love, and wanderlust: my mom, grandmother, and two aunts. Our destination? The sun-kissed shores of Nice, France, where my brother awaited our arrival. As I revisit this cherished image, memories flood back like the waves of the azure Mediterranean. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a concoction of laughter, excitement, and the unmistakable scent of adventure. In those pre-digital days, we embarked on a ten-day odyssey armed with film cameras, boundless curiosity and those track suits! Our journey was more than a geographical one; it was a tapestry woven with familial bonds and shared dreams. From strolling along the Promenade des Anglais to savoring croissants in charming cafes, every step was a testament to the joy of exploration and the magic of shared experiences. Yet, li...
