My hostel: The Villa St. Exupery
The Villa
The Villa
Eurotrash Teens
A nice Nice Beach
Beautiful Pebble Beach
Ah, the Cote D'Azur
The Port of Nice from above
View from the Old Chateau
Paris vs. Nice
I arrived in Nice at around 11am on November 1st. Although I could tell it had been raining recently the sun was shining and the temperature was perfect. This was very exciting since I had left behind a cold gray Paris. I checked into my hostel, a beautifully converted monastery, and set out on foot to explore the city of Nice with the objective of reaching the beach. I came across a popular teen hangout and balked at the hairstyles, reached the beach and took a nap in the sun, hiked up a hill where an old chateau used to stand and took in the views, and visited Old Town Nice with its narrow pedestrian streets. Back at the hostel I met three British guys who were headed to a Paris vs. Nice football match, I joined. Although I felt some loyalty to Paris the cheapest tickets were in the heart of the Nice crowd. I was "persuaded" to cheer for Nice. What a great start to a wonderful trip.
