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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... visit Nice I want to rent an apartment with a kitchen for a week or two so I can cook with some of those great looking ingredients, and have a refrigerator to store a week's worth of exotic French cheese and charcuterie.
After roaming around, doing a little light shopping, and taking some pictures, I decided I should probably get to the conference for the early morning session and my poster session is today as well.
Dad went back to the ...
... heading east. Wait 10 minutes before hopping on for a short 15 minute train ride.
Train arrives and the train station is a bit of an interesting experience. Since Monte Carlo is bit basically on a bluff, the entire area is ups and downs so to leave the train station, have to take an elevator up from the concourse of trains. Interesting I guess. Get out of the train station and immediately stuck by the sea on one side and the extreme wealth ...
... the foyer of the original casino but weren't interested in paying to go to the gaming rooms. You can get a good look thru the doorway though.
I have shortlisted my next vehicle to two options, a stunning McLaren Mercedes or a cream convertible with burgundy soft top.
People drive thru this street past the casino just to show off their cars.
We left fantasy land after I browsed in a few jewellery windows next door because I could.
Our mission was to ...
... When the sunlight was gone, we prepared to leave as the sounds of house music began to fill the air. As we approached the promenade we saw rainbow flags waving on the street; Nice’s Pride festival was just revving up for the evening. We waited for the parade to pass before crossing the street toward the Parc du Chateau.
Along the promenade on our way to the historic site, we began to notice pangs of hunger we assumed would not subside before our dinner in ...
... across the street, and decided to get something quick to tide me over. “Barry's Kebobs” – the name should have rung an alarm in that rational part of me, but it's been almost 40 years since a food experience near the little town of Yazd, Iran brought me into close contact with that country's medical system. So I walked in, and there was Barry, or whatever his real name was. He was Afghani, and it was about 10:00 on the night before Ramadan, and he ...