Links and Remembrances

LIL_Week3I’m not going to start my links post with “Happy Friday” this week, because well, it’s not. I don’t often talk about world events (outside of the nutrition world), but with everything that’s been going on at home and abroad, including yesterday’s tragedy in Nice, France, in the exact spot where I was walking less than three months ago (some photos below), today’s just not a happy day.

I also found out on the way home yesterday, via Facebook, that someone I went to grad school with has been diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer, and it’s metastasized all over. She has no family history of breast cancer, and isn’t even old enough to have had a mammogram. Her only symptom was a cough. Things like this are not supposed to happen.

I plan to spend the weekend, quietly, feeling grateful for what I have. I’m also determined that I will still travel to Istanbul in December, and Paris next March. It’s my infinitesimally small protest against cowardly terrorism.¬†Because life does go on, I also have some links to share. Have a good weekend, and don’t watch too much news.

The Promenade des Anglais in Nice, France, the afternoon we arrived in April.

The Promenade des Anglais in Nice, France, the afternoon we arrived in April.

A view of the Promenade des Anglais as we walked up the hill to Parc du Chateau (Castle Park) on our first afternoon.

A view of the Promenade des Anglais as we walked up the hill to Parc du Chateau (Castle Park) on our first afternoon.

Classic beach umbrellas, seen as we walked along the promenade the next morning, before we left Nice to drive to our apartment rental in Vence.

Classic beach umbrellas, seen as we walked along the promenade the next morning, before we left Nice to drive to our apartment rental in Vence.

The view from a bench on the promenade. I had a mild cold that day, and it was chilly, but we drove back to Nice for a few hours so Jeff could stick his feet in the Mediteranean.

The view from a bench on the promenade. I had a mild cold that day, and it was chilly, but we drove back to Nice for a few hours so Jeff could stick his feet in the Mediteranean.