So I've been hanging out in Nice for the past week, taking day trips to Eze and Cannes. Eze to the East and Cannes to the West. Cannes was o.k., beaches, shopping, not too much different than Nice--although next week it will of course be pure mayhem with the film festival in town. My thorough enjoyment of Cannes came from checking out all the beautiful boats docked there...and my waiter took a liking to me and provided me with some free champagne and food, I guess I looked sad all by my lonesome. The champagne helped me sleep on the two-hour bus ride home, ridiculous! Traffic was awful and I was so worried I would have to pee, so I was glad to have slept right up until the end. Back to Nice. The beaches are pretty, water is gorgeous; but, the beach is made of rock, and not little pebbles, but ouch that hurts to walk on, rock. Yes, you leave cleaner, but it's not the most comfortable to lay on, there is always something stabbing you (Ms. Katz you were much younger when you were here), my body hates me. The water is still a bit chilly, but I have come to the conclusion that people are swimming in it because they fell into the water when a wave hit them because the rocks hurt their feet to bad to remain standing. At least that is what sped up my dip in the Mediterranean. There are pigeons here too...and I was attacked by one on my first day. It divebombed my face--I'm still not certain somebody didn't throw bread my way just to be funny. Luckily I had my face covered to block the sun so I wasn't clawed, but it scared me half to death. I hate those things. Let's see, what else....have I mentioned I think the US should introduce public toilets that you pay for? They are so much cleaner, I don't feel like there is some strange disease to avoid and I can actually breathe in them, fifty cents, that's all, so worth it. That's my soapbox for the day. I have enjoyed this city, but I'm looking forward to moving on to sandier places!
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Andy, Steve, Tara and I went to Llano last weekend, sans the kids, and had a similar rock beach experience. Except our rocks were heated by the Texas sun. Tara and I, tipsy by noon, somehow decided our expensive sandals were more important than our feet so we ditched them way before we got to the water.
Good to know that if we want that south of France experience, we just have to head out to Llano!
See you in a few weeks. Love you. CL
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