People watching on the beach in Nice is like looking at a Where’s Waldo picture. Floppy hats, Stripy umbrellas, colorful towels, every language in the world. I set up the story collector on the boardwalk at night. French people are great, but pretty reserved. One person in Five who was interested in the project actually wanted to do it, but I got a few good ones. There were a few drunkards who’s recordings didn’t make sense and who I deleted, but it went pretty great. I took some pictures before it got to dark.