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... out the dishes and apologized profusely. For dinner, Dad had scallops over risotto made with canaroli rice (the real, rare rice that is best for risotto but is always never used - instead most restaurants use the cheaper arborio rice). I had the octopus with chorizo and potatoes. After a great meal, we walked around Nice and even stopped for a little ice cream for the walk back to the hotel.
Another great day in Nice!
... I guess.
The sky is very clear at this point, first time in a while so I head down to the promenade and take a nice leisurely walk along the water. Eventually come along a number of beach chairs on the deck and decide to take a seat and just look out at the Mediterranean. Great view and feel very fortunate to be where I am and doing what I am doing. Sit and contemplate life for a while before heading back along the promenade, a ...
Another morning started with a trip to the market for fresh items.
Today is Monaco day for us.
Rode the bus and took in the scenery of cliffs and expensive homes and boat harbor's.
We walked thru the park to the Monte Carlo Casino and there is no doubt about it, this place is for the ridiculously rich, obscenely extremely opulent and a squillion tourists including us!
The cars alone are worth more than my home, and I mean each car, not the total.
We made ...
... prepared food, we started the ample walk to the promenade for another relaxing day on the galet-studded coast.
We walked farther down the promenade this day, comparing each private beach for the availability of front row chairs, price and wine selection. We chose Blue Beach, where we baked in the sun right at the shore’s edge. We spent hours drinking another bottle of rosť, watching parasailers launch and land, dipping in the frigid water and collecting brightly ...
... and just cried. Although the rational side of me knew that things would be ok, the emotional side of me just wasn't cooperating. But, luckily, I didn't have time for a pity party just then. The apartment didn't have any food, and I had travelled all day -- by taxi, bus, plane, another plane, another bus, by foot –and I was hungry. A Jimmy Buffett song popped into my mind, and the words, “So, won't you kick it in to second wind, you got two more hours to ...