Yes, I know I'm home, but you'll just have to put up with a couple more posts about what was the best vacation ever. No, wait. BEST. VACATION. EVER.
Nice (or maybe all of France, or all of Europe for that matter, I don't know for sure) is very different from Canada. Here are some random things I noticed:
- Things are smaller (apartments, washing machines, refrigerators, supermarkets), and despite the crazy traffic and bus drivers who think they're driving in a Formula One race, life is slower paced.
- Walking down the Promenade des Anglais, day or night, was the thing I liked to do best.
- Best. Croissants. Ever.
Considering the above bullet point, it's strange that there are no overweight people here. Also, I have never seen so many attractive people in one place in my entire life.
- Skin cancer does not seem to be a major concern in Nice. Everyone seems to be tanned to a deep toasty brown. Including the one woman we saw on several days down on the beach, clad only in a teeny yellow thong, a gold chain around her waist, and a Gilligan hat. Reading Emile Zola and eating nectarines, no less.
I couldn't smell the sea the way you usually do at the seaside. But swimming in it will leave you all salty and with a bad case of Med Head until you shower.
The upside is, that when you take the time to peel them, they taste better than any North American shrimp.
Mostly we drank local varieties of rosé by the bottle, but we couldn't resist these single-serving glasses we found in the grocery store. Vive la France!
Banana split crepes. O.M.G.
Warm goat cheese salad!!
Moules et frites!!!
I seem to have used up all my exclamation points.[I don't know why this is all different colours and underlined. HTML coding and I are not friends.]
I think I would like to be dropped in a vat of Chantilly whipped cream. And left there
This picture was taken from the boat from Nice to Monaco. You can see that Eze is perched right at the top of the mountain.
I can't wait to go back. Come on Lotto 649.