After spending two days of driving and coming very close to reliving my homeless night in Lyon story 6 years ago, I have arrived in Nice… Only to find that the friends I were to meet up were nowhere to be seen on the French Riviera, well at least till I wandered around the city for 2 hours, bumping into these ladies in their “Sunday’s best” hats. It was a bit moment watching them go parasailing a few hours later coming out with battle wounds. Good news is that we have a few weekend trips planned together, including Oktoberfest in Munich.
This would be my first in-depth trip to Nice, very different then my previous backpack and run experience. The city has grown on me now that I have discovered the old town and some nice restaurants. I still cannot comprehend why people like the rocky beach though.
