...OK, OK, you're probably sick of the Nice puns by now- it's not very Nice of me to keep on about it.
Ever keen to gate-crash holidays whenever we can, we jumped at the chance to go and visit Colleen Bob, Reid, Lori, Sean and Trish in Nice, at the end of their fantastic European jaunt.
With the evenings drawing in back home, we could not have asked for more beautiful weather. I thought we wouldn't be lying on a beach now until next summer, but we sunned ourselves alongside the beautiful (albeit over-sunned) people of Nice. Mojitos, the occasional dip in the extra-salty Mediterranean (after negotiating the painfully pebbly beach)...a pretty awesome way to spend a Saturday. We saw a very different side to the beach on Sunday, when we got to witness triathletes bravely diving into the sea.
Just behind the hotel, the streets were mainly composed of estate agents offering properties for a cool 1 million Euros, fashion shops for dogs (for those who want to see their pup with sunglasses and Tuxedo, like a doggy James Bond), and a fair few pizzerias. When we wandered down the street a little, and you soon hit the elusive "old town". Every European city seems to have one of these tucked away somewhere; however, down one of the main narrow lanes, we found something very unique to Nice- a newsagent/bar crossbreed. There's nothing like watching the world go bar while sipping a local tipple...and trying your luck with a local scratchcard (and failing miserably).
A very short, sweet, much-needed weekend away. Thanks again to all the crew for welcoming us with open arms to your gorgeous villa, and your holiday in general- you certainly showed us how to party!
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| View from the villa. |
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| The 'tabac' bar |
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| Watching the world go by at the 'tabac' bar |
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