train in front of blue water

Day 13: Catcalls and a Lost Reservation in Nice

This entry is part 18 of the series Twenty-two days by train in France

As I walked the short distance from the train station to the hostel I was struck by the same feelings of unease I experienced in Carcassonne. The streets were empty except for straggling groups of unfriendly looking men. In Carcassonne, the men merely leered. Here, they catcalled and made clicking noises like one might when trying to lure an animal closer.

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