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... buttons trying to get it to wake up. It came to life when Clint restarted the car. Phew!
We punch in Nice, and we are on our way.
It is a bright sunny day. We are sad to be leaving Italy. Clint and I had been keeping up with the news in Paris. We hadn't spoken to the kids about it yet. Meg is worried.
The landscape changes and we cross the border into France. The Renault is home - we we!
We drove through Nice and then onto Monaco. We parked and ...
... was horrendous on the way out - good thing we stopped to book a site on the way in. We complained about the traffic tallying up the bentleys and Ferraris that whisked past in the other direction and concluded only the poorer people would have to ever drive - those that have money take the boat or drive to their boat or stay in all the 5 star resorts in ...
... we were a week too early for this. I can imagine the atmosphere for the festival is fantastic and I would definitely head back here - when not on a budget!
We headed on to Nice and by this time it was to try and find somewhere to stay - easier said then done! After a pretty stressful few hours of traffic and indecisiveness we ended up at a campsite in..? I use the word campsite loosely. It wasn’t cheap, approx £35 for the night and bearing ...
... clear - please leave, plebs, you are not spending enough! No problem mate, we know when we're not wanted. :-)
After leaving the café a little bit piqued, we walked along the sea-front and our attention was caught by a French gendarme stopping the traffic occasionally and strutting up and down, full of his own importance. However, as we watched him more closely it seemed evident all was not as it should have been - he was shadowing ...
... of all shapes but mostly big ones. We weren't dressed for the occasion so didn't go ashore, but moved around to the next bay and dropped anchor right off Brigitte Bardot's house for some lunch and a dip in the Mediterranean.
A tough way to spend the morning, but a far better place to be than at work.
Tomorrow is Saturday, so maybe a drive along the coast to Monaco might be in order.