One of the broad roads along the coast is the British Avenue where the terrorist attacks took place. It is hard to imagine that this beautiful and peaceful place was once full of chaos and screams. Rich people go to sea by yacht, and we civilians are basking in the sun on the benches on the shore to see the sea. Castle Hill at the end of the climbing Road overlooks Nice. When I was in Nice, I stayed at the Mercure Hotel on British Avenue, lying in bed, I could see the beautiful coast, read books and drink coffee for a day. If France were not too far away from China and had no direct flights, it would like to come once a year.