Hotel Marc Hely
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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... vineyards of Languedoc-Roussillon and arrived in Aix-en-Provence around 10am for a short
walk around the town. Ax (as the French like to call it) is a city of water. Rajia said that Provence has the footsteps of Cezanne and “Dutch born” van Gogh. (You have to use your throat to make a guttural sound for Gogh) In the 19th century, the light and landscapes attracted painters such as these. Provence by ...
... Casino, but also the Hotel de Paris, Cafe de Paris, Monte-Carlo Country Club, Monte-Carlo Beach, Hotel Hermitage as well as several "smaller" local establishments. In total this multibillion dollar company owns and operates 4 hotels, 33 bars and restaurants, 5 casinos, spas and resorts in Monaco. You can run, but you can't hide from Monte-Carlo SBM if you stay in Monaco.
While we are talking about wealth, did you know that Monaco is ...
... under. So you can lock up your valuables (if you have your own lock), but everyone can still see what you have locked up. It seems very strange. I locked up my valuables in it anyway, and headed down to the beach.
It is a beautiful coastline. The walk through the city to get to the sea was nice as well, through a fancy shopping district and then a big park. I walked all the way down the coast to the west, which took about an hour. There were ...
... fried puff pastry coated with powdered sugar. Very delicious.
The moss fountain on the Main Street of the old town is from the 17th century and is a natural warm spring, 37C.
Had a rather scary moment. As I boarded the bus, a woman tried to grab something out of my purse. Tina, one of the trainees grabbed her and she threw it back into the bus. It wasn't anything of value but it could have been. Happened in a flash...I didn't even ...
At dinner one night, I told Lorne that before we came to the Cote D'Azur, I had never seen skies in which most of the clouds were jet trails. Criss crossing over the Mediterranean with lattice-work fluffiness, they tantalize with unanswerable questions: Where are those planes headed? Where have they come from? Who's on board? And who's at the controls?
The Nice airport is only a ...