It's been a full if jet-lagged day of walking around the old city in Nice, eating French food (there must be a McDonald's here but I haven't seen it) and trying hard to communicate with the locals. With the additional practice, I think that French has edged out Spanish as my best language that I'm bad at.
Note that the beach here is made of small, smooth rocks, not sand. Everyone brings a roll-up wood slat mat rather than just a towel.
As you can see at the bottom, Mrs. C and I are thinking of you, gentle reader, the whole time we're here.
Note that the beach here is made of small, smooth rocks, not sand. Everyone brings a roll-up wood slat mat rather than just a towel.
As you can see at the bottom, Mrs. C and I are thinking of you, gentle reader, the whole time we're here.
