We absolutely loved Nice. Maybe it was the amazing view from our top floor hotel room, or the free minibar and breakfast, maybe it was the fast cars whizzing by us that made Scott giddie each time, or the miles and miles of gorgeous clear blue beaches, or the delicious food....etc etc etc. We could get used to this pretty quickly.
Ya, so the people kind of suck....but after you've lived in Boston, everyone seems nice in comparison (no offense intended, of course). Our theory is that the people in Spain and Italy are beautiful...I mean cover of a magazine gorgeous...and the people in France are pasty white and 50/50 in the looks department. I think there is some jealousy turned snobbery here that the French haven't gotten over. They should have embraced us since at the Italian beaches we clearly stuck out as the whitest people on the beach BY FAR. This has already been said, but I feel needs to be said again....the beaches are amazing, the food is fab and the culture and history are fascinating. The entire region is founded on people's desire and need to vacation.
There was some unnecessary flashiness in the region as a whole (Scott found a yacht that has a weekly rental fee of $300,000), but the feel in Nice was slightly different. When we first got into town, we parked the car on the rue de France and walked the main Promenade. It was bleepin' hot in the sun, so we went a block off the main drag and walked along the nice shady street with tons of shops and restaurants. Stacey was drooling over the gigantic plate of seafood until she saw on the menu it went for 120 euro...not feeling it. But alongside these extravagant restaurants along the rue de France, are cafés with meals under 10 EUR. The common folk mingle with the stupidly rich...how nice. So, we stopped at a cute little place to eat indoors in the AC to escape the heat (in Europe AC must stand for something other than air conditioning, I strongly believe they have NO idea what air cooling really is) where we noshed on a croque monsieur and a ham and brie wheat crêpe. Yum. Scott took advantage of the prix fix lunch menu which in most every restaurant includes a glass of beer or wine...this is when Stacey started her love affair with Pelligrino (aka water with gas).
Ya, so the people kind of suck....but after you've lived in Boston, everyone seems nice in comparison (no offense intended, of course). Our theory is that the people in Spain and Italy are beautiful...I mean cover of a magazine gorgeous...and the people in France are pasty white and 50/50 in the looks department. I think there is some jealousy turned snobbery here that the French haven't gotten over. They should have embraced us since at the Italian beaches we clearly stuck out as the whitest people on the beach BY FAR. This has already been said, but I feel needs to be said again....the beaches are amazing, the food is fab and the culture and history are fascinating. The entire region is founded on people's desire and need to vacation.
There was some unnecessary flashiness in the region as a whole (Scott found a yacht that has a weekly rental fee of $300,000), but the feel in Nice was slightly different. When we first got into town, we parked the car on the rue de France and walked the main Promenade. It was bleepin' hot in the sun, so we went a block off the main drag and walked along the nice shady street with tons of shops and restaurants. Stacey was drooling over the gigantic plate of seafood until she saw on the menu it went for 120 euro...not feeling it. But alongside these extravagant restaurants along the rue de France, are cafés with meals under 10 EUR. The common folk mingle with the stupidly rich...how nice. So, we stopped at a cute little place to eat indoors in the AC to escape the heat (in Europe AC must stand for something other than air conditioning, I strongly believe they have NO idea what air cooling really is) where we noshed on a croque monsieur and a ham and brie wheat crêpe. Yum. Scott took advantage of the prix fix lunch menu which in most every restaurant includes a glass of beer or wine...this is when Stacey started her love affair with Pelligrino (aka water with gas).
We took a short tourist trolley ride through the old part of the city and to the top of a big hill to get a nice view of Nice.
After a hard, hot day of being tourists, we headed back to the hotel and went to the beach there to cool down.
For the evening, we headed to Menton, which is the next town on the other side of Monaco along the Italian border. We had some fun driving experiences here which Scott took a little video of. Along the beach, there are a bunch of beach side restaurants set up which we had the pleasure of selection from. There was a mix of French and Italian because of the close proximity to the border, so we went with a mix in our meal choice too! Scott started with the Salade Niçoise, which is regional and actually named after the city of Nice, and Stacey had a whopping bowl of mussels or moules (we had to use google translate on the spot to make sure the right thing was being ordered) and then finished up with a tasty bowl of gnocchi with gorgonzola sauce. Which reminds me of the cheeses. This may be yet another reason why we fell in love with France. Cheese. Its like the streets are paved with it. And it is CHEAP. During one of our road trip stops, we went to Carefour (which we believe is their version of a Super Walmart) and the cheese aisles were HUGE. A wheel of brie...99 cents...a wedge of bleu....2 bucks. It was heaven. Too bad cheese doesn't travel well.
There is an album set up on Kodak of Italy and France pics. The rest are in the works. Hope you enjoy to views.

