One of my favorite things about living here, is being able to step out on the balcony and see the port, across the bay to Nice with the Alps looming majestically in the background. There are still moments when I gasp at the shock of its beauty.
However, lately that gasp has been tinged with a wee bit of concern. Last year, there was already snow up there in September. It’s now mid-November, and as you can see, nothing. Maybe Al Gore is right about this whole global warming thing.
If that’s true, the way I figure it, pretty soon (less than a millennia), Antibes is going to be unbearably hot. OMG, August is going to suck so bad. Hell, if the ice caps melt, it could be underwater! Well, I suppose that would solve the tourist problem.
No, this is very inconvenient. If all the evidence bears out, I figure I’ve only got about 300 years to find a new place to live.