David and I decided to fly to Nice instead of take the train, because it was a 45 minute flight vs. a 6 hour train ride. On paper. However, the time for bus ride plus the waiting at the airport plus having to get off the plane because the intercom wasn't working plus reboarding the same plane after they fixed the intercom to fly to Nice plus taking the bus to the hotel (which was right by the train station anyway) was a good 7 hours or so. So that didn't exactly work out too well. It also didn't help that I made the mistake of "questioning the blue dot" (Google Maps/iPhone users will get this reference) trying to find the hotel, which resulted in a not-speaking-to-each-other few minutes between me and David. Never question the blue dot.
Boarding a plane from the ground instead of walking down the little tunnel always seemed impossibly exotic to me, and I've always wanted to do it. However when you have to get on and off the plane twice, this involves lugging all your carry-ons up and down the stairs twice and waiting for the shuttle to take you to and from the terminal twice. I no longer think it's cool.
After arriving in Nice, we did have time to stroll around that afternoon and evening. After refreshing ourselves at a sidewalk cafe overlooking the Mediteranean, the day's previous trials were forgotton.
Nice was filled with some great old statues:
Pretty architecture:
Narrow alleyways filled with shops:
And one pretty cool church:
Today was my day (sightseeing, cheese, wine and chocolate), and tommorow is David's day. There won't be any fireworks and outdoor BBQ's here in France (it's the 4th of July), but we're heading to Monaco to watch the 1st Stage of Le Tour de France. Viva le Tour!
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