In a small town faces become familiar after a while, so I began to recognise the face of one French man that roams around the streets of the city. Every time we cross paths he seems relaxed, he stroll slowly, his fingers are covered with silver jewellery, he carries his backpack without a worry, and his longish hair is almost fit for this European lifestyle.
He is the homeless man in Nice City.
Écrire,ns. 