A visitors guide to Nice, France – Part 2

For years I have wanted to visit Europe. I had always wanted to see the Country and the Culture. Three years ago I finally got my chance. My partner’s job was bringing him to France for a company meeting and he was told he could bring me along.

I was so excited, after all these years finally I was going to get the chance to see the world! My only worry was the flight. I really don’t like to fly, but that’s the only way I could go, so off we went to Nice ! Below is a picture I took out my window in the plane. It is the French Alps. They were breath taking to say the least. I stared out that window from Nice to Paris. I could hardly take my eyes off the sights I was ingesting from my window seat. I hate to fly but I love to look out once I am up there. So beautiful!

My opinion of France was wonderful! I know the French don’t really care for Americans, but I had no trouble at all. Everyone was very nice in Nice…lol.. I had a few days by myself as my partner was in meetings and could not be with me during the day, so I had to keep myself busy. I wanted desperately to go to Italy, it was only a few miles away, but the the charter buses and private tours would not take just one person, there had to be at least two in your party. I don’t speak French so was afraid to take the train by myself for fear I would be lost forever in France. So I never went, but I did walk the promenade all along the beach.

This was at the top of a hill over looking Nice and its crescent beach. So beautiful it was. I walked for miles to reach this hill but it was so relaxing and beautiful. I stopped along the way to sit on the beach and drink a cappuccino. They had wicker furniture with small tables and chairs right on the beach. It has to be the best coffee I have ever drank. I sat there for along time convincing myself I really was in Europe.

On my walk back to the hotel I stopped at the open market, where they sold everything from spices to flowers. It was incredible. I loved the smell of the air in Nice. You could smell the jasmine and heather and of course the sea.

The Mediterranean Sea does not have sandy beaches like we do here in the States. If it is a true Med. beach it is covered with small stones not sand. This was told to us by one of the locals we met along the way.The rich and famous do import sand for some beaches. The stones are not very comfortable to lay or walk on. I did pick some up and brought them home. I am a rock hound and have them from each place I travel