Last Tuesday Jube and I woke up early and headed out to Nice. It only took three hours, so we arrived before noon. We arrived on the Promenade des Anglais, and then took the mini tunnel to the train station. When we headed into town to take a look around, I started crying. Jube couldn't believe that I was upset to be moving to the Riviera! "Come on, Gem," he said, "it could be worse. Don't spit in the soup!" We got some lunch and then it was back in the car to find the first apartment we were checking out. I won't go into details, but the next two days were devoted to looking at apartments, scoping out real estate agencies, looking at more apartments, finding out we were too late to get the one we wanted, looking at parking spots, and looking at even more apartments. We saw just about as many apartments as humanly possible in three days, and we still didn't get one. I did manage to become infatuated with one--a view of the moutains behind Nice, a huge bathtub, beautiful parquet floors--but of course it was too expensive for us, with no parking besides.
On Tuesday night, we ate at "Le Festival des Moules," where we had all-you-can-eat mussels and French fries. Then the night after we ate at "Le Bull" for 6.50 each. Those restaurants were the best part of the trip!! We also took lots and lots of pictures. I included one of la Promenade des Anglais for your viewing pleasure (it's an Italian dog). Next post I'll fill you in on what happened when we got back to Gallargues le Montueux!
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