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Sunday, November 25, 2007

Europe the Sixth

Its been so long, and I'm sorry kids. But here she is:

Nice, France. And yes, it is nice. Let's just get that whole joke over with and move on with our lives. Ah.... That's better.

On another note, I know I SAID I would put Monaco in this blog (like you cared or remembered) but I ain't gonna. There's too much good Nice to mess it all up with Monaco. So, here is Nice. And there's a lot of me too. But that's not my fault. Blame James, it was his camera-work. I do look cute, though...

Here's me on my FABULOUS balcony in Nice. I cannot express to you how wonderful it was to spend two nights in a FABULOUS hotel room after weeks of crappy cheap hotels. If I look happy in this picture, its because I FUCKING AM. I'm jealous of myself, right now.

This is the view from the tippiest top of Nice. We climbed a lot of stairs to get to here. More on that later.

Look at me!!! I'm at the tippiest top of Nice!

I found a picture of James in the south of France!!! Behold!

Now THAT'S what I call a "cote d'azur". Look it up people.
(Hint: it means "blue/azure coast")
I don't know if you guys can see, but that's a picture of the crazy stairs we climbed to get to the tippiest top of Nice. There's an overlook thats "to die for" but in order to get there you need to almost die from climbing stairs. And, from some stroke of wonderful luck, the first flight was filled with some sort of human feces from what I assume was a burst pipe. Some people didn't notice it and jogged right up through it. I nearly vomited. The next million flights of stairs were still literally breath-taking, but much less infested with poopies.

The view again. Good lawd.......

Me, in the centre of Nice. Notice how I spell "centre" in the European way. Those grey and white tiles make me kinda barfy.

So purdy.

That's actually a REALLY far distance to the water. It doesn't look very far... Dude on the right kept acting like he was going to jump. We watched him for about half an hour. Dude never jumped. We then climbed said stairs.

You can't tell, but this beach is really rocky. The actual beach wasn't as awesome as Cannes', but Nice was still better. In a non-only-rich-persons-allowed kinda way.


'Tis the market. This thing went on for miles. And the food....... *drool*.....

The view from our FABULOUS hotel room. It was fabulous, by the way....

Next, a short blurb on Monaco, then Paris. Paris will be REALLY long. But, you know..... There's a lot to see. Hope you enjoyed!

8 Comments:

Blogger Mac said...

Wow. Nice looked so awesome.
The water is so blue.

8:30 AM  
Blogger Susie Q said...

Nice...
Thank you so much for the tour through Europe. It's cool that it's spread out like this, I'm enjoying every minute.
'Cept maybe the pooppie stairs...

9:15 AM  
Blogger froelica said...

Yeah, the poopie stairs were unpleasant for all involved...

12:14 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...

Well, Nice looks great. It sounds like it made you sick though. Near vomiting on the steps, barfy "centre". Maybe it was all that stair climbing. It would make me sick, perhaps even die.

6:11 PM  
Blogger James said...

Maannn.....I want to be there now.

9:00 PM  
Blogger James said...

Maannn.....I want to be there now.

9:00 PM  
Blogger froelica said...

Sarah- Oh, but the non-sick parts were glorious.

James- Indeed...

12:04 PM  
Blogger kara said...

I knew it! They lure you in with the beautiful city and the promise of a coastline and then you slap you in the face with a rocky beach.

It's enough to make you want to drink pastisse.

8:02 PM  

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