we headed higher and higher, a view of the bay started
to unfold before us. That totally made up for us having
to climb up the hill except that, once again, it looked
an awful lot like a view of the coastline at Nice. In
fact, we began to wonder if we weren't the victims of
some cruel joke to merely make us think we were
in a different town. We immediately blamed Quentin
Tarantino, thus justifying our recent peccadillo.