When mentioning the fact I go to the French Riviera frequently, the looks from some are often dismissive, leaving me to feel I’m trying to impress. I’ve been going there so long, it’s hardly that I want to impress. It’s just where I go. My riviera is not fancy. So when coming upon this morning glory flower hanging over the rail tracks that take me where I want to go along the coast…well, it spoke volumes about how I see the French Riviera. And even in the early days, it was the simple beauty of the place I was taken with.