"Art is why I get up in the morning but my definition ends there. You know it doesn't seem fair that I'm living for something I can't even define."
-Ani DiFranco

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Nice

So that beautiful looking beach is actually big rocks that are covered in chalk so, not only is it really uncomfortable, it also makes everything that touches it white. We still spent long hours there getting burnt but it wasn't at all what I was expecting.Nice is beautiful though. From the palm trees and stunning water to the small streets of the old city. We walked through a flower market and observed the various sea food that everyone was consuming(not my thing).
It is an incredibly clean city, unlike many of the others we visited.

We stayed in the Hotel Baccarat which was a very nice place and excellent for meeting other young travelers (we were the youngest though). It had a kitchen so we had fun cooking wonderful meals and talking with the other kitchen users. We did our grocery shopping at the fine Monoprix there and I very much wish I had gotten a photo as we grew quite fond of it.
The owner of the place was very nice. He sat with us while we ate dinner one night and gave us free drinks while he talked with Willow about the electro-magnetic field of the heart. His accent was strong so I struggled to keep up.
We were in a six bed dorm and the other occupants came and went while we were there. At first there were two Finnish party girls with huge suitcases who left behind brochures for expensive real estate, and barely used shampoo that we snaffled up. There was a german guy that came, and the rest were americans.

We climbed to the top of the hill which is where you get glorious views of the beach and city. On top we ate lunch and discovered some ancient ruins.

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