Nice is bloody expensive, I'll tell you that! And you can see the wealth out in the harbour. Our flight out was pretty much uneventful - the only annoyance were the two brats and their mother sitting in front of us. Sebastian and Benjamin (Benjie for short) spent their time doing a Doctor Who quiz (for which I don't have an issue with) and their very well spoken mother was asking them inane questions. It seems Sebastian and Benjamin were going to have to share rooms in their expensive 2nd home somewhere on the Cote d'Azur as their cousins were visiting. As I said there is great wealth in the region.
We slummed it on the 99 bus to
Nice Ville Gare which was only a short walk away from our hotel
The Excelsior. Trip Advisor recommended having a room facing the inner courtyard. Ours was facing the main road. Fortunately though it wasn't noisy and we would sleep well.
We took a stroll along the
Promenades Anglais towards the
Place Masena and then down into the labyrinthine alleyways of the
Vielle Ville. An ice cream later and we felt absolutely knackered so took the tram back to our hotel.
Dinner that evening was at the
Buffalo Grill where we had a slight altercation with a
knobhead who was waiting for a table. French restaurants
don't seem to be very quick with their service a recurring theme we would find on the following nights!
To be continued...
The talentless but loaded Christine Bleakley leaves The One Show... and is replaced by her exact double... some other cheaper non-entity by the name of Alex Jones. What's all that about? Can't the BBC employ someone that looks different? F*ck*ng weird.
After gambling away a few thousand euros at the casino, we had a spot of lunch. Which took a bloody age for us to get served. In fact N (in her inimitable way) took charge and went sorted things out when she espied our drinks and subsequently our food sitting on the counter (the waitering staff were buggering around elsewhere).
Wednesday - and we boarded our luxury yacht from the port at Nice and took a leisurely trip hugging the coast of the Cote d'Azur. Caviar and champagne for lunch and about an hour or so later we were making our grand entrance to the harbour at Monte Carlo.
Nothing like taking the old open top tour bus when you visit foreign parts... and that is exactly what we did on our second day in Nice. The annoying thing though was that several of the museums and art galleries we planned to visit were closed - thanks to the lazy French b*st*rds.
Nice is bloody expensive, I'll tell you that! And you can see the wealth out in the harbour. Our flight out was pretty much uneventful - the only annoyance were the two brats and their mother sitting in front of us. Sebastian and Benjamin (Benjie for short) spent their time doing a Doctor Who quiz (for which I don't have an issue with) and their very well spoken mother was asking them inane questions. It seems Sebastian and Benjamin were going to have to share rooms in their expensive 2nd home somewhere on the Cote d'Azur as their cousins were visiting. As I said there is great wealth in the region.
I kept being reminded of The French Connection during our stay in Nice... every so often you would hear that tinny dated police siren sound from the seventies blaring through the narrow streets. Time had stood still...
I'll tell you what annoys me... You know - when you are lying in bed trying to sleep and a draught blows the bedroom door shut. Except it doesn't close properly. It bounces back and then the breeze bangs it shut again... and then once more it clicks open. Aaaargggghhhh!!! So then you have to get up and pull it right open or close it properly. That annoys me...
