La Villa Juan-les-Pins
Avenue Saramartel Juan-les-Pins, French Riviera - Cote d'Azur, Provence, 6160, France
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Close the door on your way out
I don't think I ever really wrote about Nice on my blog. Then again, post-Facebook, I don't think I really concentrated much on writing about anything online. After five years, Nice is full of memories. The trouble is that now a lot of once-happy memories just provoke melancholy and nostalgia. It's a good time to leave. It's a bad time to write about it.
Still, the journey starts when the door shuts behind you. I have spent most of this year ...
I wonder what the poor people do?
... myself this, and repeat it often enough and I MIGHT even begin to believe it!
Pete & Judy, Lee & Perry and Chris & I wandered over to the Palais du Monaco for the changing of the guard. London does it better. But, again, in this land of excess, maybe less IS more? NAH!
Once the guards changed, we entered the palace for our tour. May I just say - not a bad spread if I DO ...
Montjuic, Barri Gotic y Museu Picasso
... s una cola de mínimo media hora. Le comentamos a la señora el problema y se paró para averiguar con otro empleado. En vez de repetirnos el proceso que teníamos que hacer con el cajero, la señora entendió que no nos funcionaba y siguió averiguando. Encontrándose desprovista de respuestas favorables, sentose en su escritorio y díjonos:
SD (Señora Divina): "Aguardadme aquí un momentito que voy a comunicarme con mi hija que trabaja en la Caixa (la competencia) y ver que ...
The Secret Lives of the Rich and Middle Aged
... that it was kind of like how when you are younger you suspect that your toys come to life when you're not at home, and you imagine that they get up to all sorts of mischief. Well, it is the same with adults... I was quite surprised to find balding men playing with Sex & The City "match the outfits" slot machines, and equally to see middle-aged women in fur coats playing on Alien vs. Predator machines!
Our real fun was ...
Nice and Monaco!
... pier while watching the sun set… classy, I know.
After we ate, we walked around the town, and saw a guy who was getting set up to do a Michael Jackson impression. He was taking his sweet time setting up and putting on an elaborate costume, so we figured he would be worth waiting for and found a spot to watch. Put shortly, the act was laughable, and the only impressive bit was watching a group of little kids mimicking his dance moves (and nearly outshining ...



