In the Middle of Nowhere?!: Nice Nice

So back to my lovely lovely holiday week that is now over L I want to go back!!!!!!

Besides visiting all the nice little fairytale towns we also visited the bigger ones.

At first we had planned 2 days for Nice but since we failed going to Eze and Menton at the same day we had to leave only one day + the evenings because our hotel was there, to discover Nice and I can say now that only one day is not enough! The old town with its narrow streets between high buildings is a sight to see. I think that the end of October was the perfect time to visit too, because the weather is still warm and nice but there aren’t as many tourists around as in the high season. The streets were still full of people so I can only imagine how horrendous it might be trying to find your way around and look at some on the narrow streets when there is constantly someone breathing on your shoulder or trying to pass by, or maybe it’s just my imagination and it isn’t so bad during the summer. We managed to squeeze in an organic wine-tasting. At first I was a bit disappointed when I found out that it isn’t the obvious visit the wine cellar etc but just sitting around the table and drinking wine :D but the guy in charge was so good and knew so much and knew how to deliver his knowledge without making us feel like we were in a lecture. He made it fun and no I wasn’t drunk after that :D It lasted for about 2 hours – scheduled 1,5h – and we tasted, the six of us, 6 wines. And by the end you could take any bottle that still had something in it with you and I did, lol :D red wine – Mr. Special hated it. But he loved one sweet white wine that he bought two bottles of and on rosé.

Do I need to mention how awesome the promenade des Anglais is? It goes on forever! Airport on one side and the port on the other ;)

On a Friday we found an awesome Chinese takeaway practically next to our hotel. Why didn’t we find it sooner – I wasn’t keen on going and finding proper restaurants in the old town so would’ve loved to have that takeaway lol I’m a simple country girl and can’t handle fancy fancy restaurants which does not mean that we didn’t go to any but means that although the food was nice and interesting I still would’ve preferred spending 10x less money on it :D Anyway at the Chinese takeaway you could actually see what you were ordering – like a market rather than a restaurant where the kitchen is hidden and you know what you ordered only after paying. So at first we were like OMG i want this and that and this and trust me it was delicious!!!!!!

The castle hill – a huge park with a stunning view to the city, there used to be a castle there duh, but now all there is the ruins of a church (if I remember correctly, plese don’t quote me on this!!!). And it is high up! So if you´re lazy and can’t be bothered to take the stairs you can take the lift. A free public lift... That’s perfectly normal.

Ooooh.. I managed to amaze Mr. Special with my ability to navigate without looking at the map every second. We decided to go to the Russian Cathedral, so had a quick look where it is and we went but the road wasn't obviously straight and when a minor turn came he was like "how do you know where you are going???!!!" Because I looked at the map and remembered my general direction where to go!!! When he tries to navigate like that he has to stand still in the middle of the street and look around with a confused look on his face but I will just look at the signs and buildings while moving and I do not look like a stupid tourist.

Ooh and we made a bet: whoever spots a British licence plate gets 5 pounds from the other one. I saw the first one in Villefranche sur mer - because obviously it had a big GB sticker on it. And since basically all the other European countries have the little country mark on the licence plate I thought that the UK has one too - because how on earth would I know what the UK licence plate looks like otherwise. But Noooo the british are freaking too good for that apparently. So when Matt actually screamed and scared me to death on a street in Nice because he'd spotted a british number plate I refused to give him any money since it didn't have the country marker on it! So how would I know - then while we were arguing another one drove past without the marker and he saw it. No way I was giving him any money!!! He wasn't too happy about it :D Then on the last day when we got a taxi to the airport I spotted a british licence plate yet again and indeed it had the little blue UK spot on the plate so HA! but since we were even he'd seen two and same for me I didn't make him pay this time - look who kind I am :)

The Russian Cathedral