The gate was the second thing my friend showed me in Nice after my arrival on a sunny and quite hot day after leaving the chilly British island. We passed by the gate in a car rushing towards Monaco but I came back a few days later in order to explore. I have always enjoyed taking pictures of rather small and invisible parts which we usually take for granted. The gate made an impression on me because of its artistic architecture and stylishly painted walls around. There was something very Arabic in the architecture while the painting was very contemporary and very simple on its form. I crossed the gate over and over again that day — once because I had my lunch on the beach and bought my baguette from a small boulangerie in the old town, a second time in order to explore the market with antiques behind the walls and a third time running towards the bus station in order to catch a bus to Cannes.