I've received so many messages from people wondering if we're okay after the attack on Bastille Day in Nice. Thankfully, yes, we are fine. We didn't go the fireworks that night because we were getting up at 4 am the next morning to fly home. Around 11 pm, Eric was looking out our windows and saw people running down the streets in a panic. We knew that something was happening, but had no idea of the specifics. When we went to bed after midnight, there were vague reports of a vehicle on the Promenade, but it wasn't clear if it was an accident or not.
Our phone starting ringing at 2 am with family members asking if we were okay. We wondered what all the fuss was about and got progressively grumpier with each phone call. Finally we got out of bed to see what had happened. Just terrible.
I go walking along that stretch of the Promenade every evening. The police stopped the truck about 500 meters away from where we usually watch the fireworks. If we had gone that night and if it had taken just a bit longer to stop the driver, we would have been right in his path.
When we left Nice, the entire Promenade was closed down from the Old Town to the airport. The Jazz Festival was cancelled. Rihanna cancelled her concert scheduled for the 15th.
We spent two days getting home due to flight cancellations and finally arrived yesterday evening.