The awesome beaches, with the smoothest pebbles with nary a grain of sand, with the bluest (and oh, how amazingly blue it was) sea with nary a drop of pollution, with the calmest of winds and nary a bwith the most amazing of God's creation with nothing to spoil the image.
The pure oldness of the city, that would seem like an anachronism but for the fact that it just seemed so right where it was; everything combining together to make the town feel natural in its own skin without trying to be anything else. (bar the Ligne d'Azur, the very strangely modern train)
Hotel Helvetique, with the friendliest receptionist (Jean-Sebastian), the funniest shows (Jackass and Tila Tequila among others) and strange late-night knocking on doors that led to hours of good company.
The Nose. NOT. (I'm sure Ying disagrees though. :p)
Friendship, in its initially awkward phases and its evolution to laughing and teasing and joy that only unadulterated companionship lends itself to. The trip would not have been what it was without whom I travelled with.
Oh, and thanks Mr. German dude for the 10 euros. ;)
Tired jetsetters about to commence a not-so-romantic trip in what turned out to be a very romantic place.
Mr. Massena. Not entirely sure who he is but the main plaza in Nice is named after him.
The aforementioned out-of-place Ligne d'Azur, the funkified Tram that went everywhere.
The old streets of Nice, very full of character and personality. AND, amazing food, kebab, quiche lorraine, apple tarts. The unexpected culinary heaven. :)
The main street in the Old Town, touristy spot (like Boat Quay) but not bad food, we ended up eating at one of the restaurants here.
THE FRICKING AWESOME PEBBLE BEACH. Oh, to be here is truly to know what it is to be alive. It was so amazing, gorgeous, breathtaking... You name it.
More beach. Rollin' waves. CAN YOU SAY AWESOME?
Khel's action shot! Skipping pebbles on the beach as the sea tried to attack us a couple times.
The Tour Ballena (?), right next to the Beach, the vantage point for the ruins which sit atop Nice.
The view from the aforementioned Tour Ba-something. No tall buildings to get in the way. Awesomeness.
Khel's Sea Bream. As the street vendor said, "Mm yum yum."
As it turned out though, Nice's proximity to the Mediterranean meant that the local specialty was pizza and fish. Kinda surprising and conflicts with one's mental image of France but just goes to show one can never learn too much. We did end up eating Pizza, but in Monaco.
Friday Morning Marketplace! Bustling with life, all sorts of fresh produce, dried goods, flowers and pottery. Pretty amazing.
You tell me this isn't awe-inspiring. I'll believe you after 2 beers I think.
Another view of Nice.
Port Infernet.
The other side of Nice - we think we saw a fire but we're not entirely sure if the black smoke was intentional or not. And a cannon go off at 12 noon.
The Palais de Justice.
Galeries Lafayette, with strange statues of dudes sitting atop pedestals. Didn't really get it but you know, Viva la France.
A cathedral in the middle of the Old Town...
And the inside of it. On the sides there were 1 Euro or 5 Euro candles which you could light for the Saint of your choice.
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Monte Carlo! This be the famed Casino of Monaco.
Another view of the French Rivera, and one cannot but gush at the sea.
At this point Khel and I wondered what we would do if someone we knew pushed someone else we knew (Ying being the hypothetical) over the railings into the crashing waves. Ying looked distraught while Khel and I found it morbidly amusing.
I quote Ying, "Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous". We had crepes and pizza (the local delight) while watching the world go by. Disgustingly idyllic lifestyle eh.
As one might guess, not many photos in Monaco (there was a SHIT load of walking) but this be the friendly lobster who waves bye bye and was about to eat before we ate it.
Not. This was at the Oceanography Museum. :)
I'm kinda shocked I don't have a picture with Ying but well, the abangs will have to do. :p
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