Les Belles Terrasses
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- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... looking for a carpark ,taking wrong turns, drivng in and out of the country a number of times, as well as driving up to the Palace where we were stopped by a friendly policeman who explained to us that we were driving in a restricted area and it might be wise for us to turn around and go back down the hill! The sign we saw at the bottom of hill before driving up makes sense now! Finally, we found a carpark and off we went to walk around the ...
... crazy built up city skyline. Just before we Hit the campsite, we pass the welcome to Italy sign - **** that wasn't planned haha! Met with another completo - but with a smile followed by 'wait we might have a spot you can fit...' We end up in the campervan carpark. Against a fence, so we managed to get the awning and tent - expensive as hell but who cares - we are out of the traffic for now! Campsite - carpark and pay ...
... and drivers found us, so our merry group of 3 turned into a crazy, wild group of 8. We had a great night but I was on the OJ because of the amount if panadol and neurofen I was on to get rid of my headache. Our night ended at 1am when the pub closed and we walked our guided (Océan, who is now a friend) back to her accommodation as her colleagues had drunkingly managed to disappear. Great day, hopefully will feel better ...
Nice was our last town in France as we needed a halfway point between Paris and Genoa. We only stayed one night and arrived in the dark and the rain so we didn't see much of it. Mom and I braved a walk down the promenade to the sea while Mike hit the museum of modern art (the MAMAC) in the morning. Once we met up with Mike afterwards, he made us go ...
... easier than we thought.
When we arrived at Ventimiglia a young Frenchman, who was getting off the train with us, offered to help us with our luggage and take us to the platform from where the Milan train departs from. No elevators or escalators here and we weren’t the only ones with luggage.
As we descended the stairs passengers were trying to get past us to catch the train. They weren’t too happy.