Hotel De Londres Menton
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... on the sea. We stayed here for 2 weeks several years ago and it is a favourite town for us. After going to the market, we bought a baguette for lunch and then headed to St Michel church and then the cemetery in the Citadel, both of which are in the old town and have wonderful views over the city. The church was built in the 1700's. We left John to explore and photograph, and we went ...
... all. After snapping a few (hundred) pictures we made our way to a shopping centre. Chandeliers and marble everywhere!! We went into a few stores but I felt extremely under dressed in my jeans and birks. We went into a store called Forever Monte-Carlo and I found a really cute dress for Cate, however it was 1350 euros.......sorry Cate, I love you but I wasnt prepared to pay that much.
I always felt safe ...
... t add up. Anyway, this turn of events was welcomed after our Ryanair debacle and late night hotel room scramble. The next morning we got up for an early morning hike to Saint Jean Cap Ferrat. This little hike is known for its views of the Monaco and Nice coastlines, as well as large villas along the way. We saw tons of people running along the trail which would help explain why French people are so skinny! For dinner, we went for a true French experience ...
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The initial plan for today
was to stay in Nice to see the old town and the two main museums: the
Matisse and the Chagall. My dad soon saw that it was Tuesday and both
museums were closed. so he changed tomorrow's destinations for today. We left at 8am and since Nice is the
fifth largest city in France, we encountered some traffic
but in 20 minutes we were out of the city traversing the towering ...
... cannot be taken in one go, he has to reverse and readjust before climbing further. This would be fine if it were not for inconsiderate and impatient french drivers. Monsieur is not averse to shaking his fist, screaming '*****!', and winding down his window raising a Churchillian salute and shouting "et, la meme chose a vous, Monsieur!!".
Finally, we reach the camp site. It's 12.30pm and, of course, the office is shut until 3.30pm. It is ...