Nice

The oranges in general are very sour.

Nice has got to be the most perfect city in the world.  I loved Paris, but once you've seen the main attractions, it's easily beaten by Nice as a city you can really live in.  The climate is perfect, it's clean, it has all the charms of an older city, but all of the conveniences of a new one.  Whereas Marseille was a hodgepodge of little alleys and winding streets, Nice, is completely the opposite. 



Add to that, the beautiful Mediterranean Sea - the beaches are pebbles, which seems weird at first, but if you hate sand, it's perfect.  Pebbles don't get stuck between your toes, in your clothes, in you car... or anywhere else. 

It's just so green.  Even those who don't have room for gardens have flowers and greenery spilling from the terraces and rooftops, and any other space they can manage.  The style of the buildings themselves looks great, although it's a shame the salt plays such havoc with the facades. 

Russian Church

I did the hop on hop off bus again, which was perfect as there weren't many thins here I wanted to actually get out and look in, so I mainly stayed on the bus.  One stop was at the Russian church - Nice was an escape from the Russian winter for aristocrats, and many then fled here after the Revolution.  Unfortunately I couldn't go inside, as it was closed for lunch - it's unbelievable how many places close for lunch, especially the tourist places!!



Anyway, Nice is all about the shopping, the sun and the beach!

For dinner I wondered down to the old port to visit the Australian Bar, and see Bruce the dog - he didn't stay long, but kept me company whilst he was there!

Tomorrow it's the train to Monaco.