Tomorrow we have to leave Antibes. This is our day to pack up our things. And our day to walk through town, looking now with the filter of "this may be the last time." Our day to go to the beach one last time. Our day to have socca one last time. Our last chance to soak up the view from the sea wall, admiring how beautiful Nice and the Maritime Alps look from this special vantage point. Our last time to hear the special 6pm ringing of the church bells just down our street. You get the idea.
Even though I had wondered a couple times early in our Antibean sojourn whether or not this prolonged stay was a great idea, we find ourselves sad to be leaving it all behind. Antibes has wormed its way into our hearts, with its ancient stones, its tiny streets and shops, its marvelous market, and, oh, those views of the sea. Just to make sure our memories are perfect, this day is sunny and warm, the breezes gentle.
As you might expect given this sort of musing, we wandered through the market one last time. We had our steaming hot socca. We revisited streets and squares. I took more pictures to try to cement this place in our memories. We walked the sea wall and made our way to our favorite beach--just this one last time.
We've now finished all but the last minute packing and are ready to go. But not quite ready to let go. Tomorrow will be a transition again, this time to Nice for the last few days of this trip. We believe this is "au revoir (goodbye) Antibes," but are more in the mood to say "a bientot (until later) Antibes."
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