So yes, I got lost, but was able to backtrack to the train station and stopped into the tourism booth to get an actual map. I was on my way to Old Nice!
Carnival had just happened the previous Sunday. I was amazed to see their beautiful plaza and the gigantic floats.
The first thing I needed to accomplish on my walking tour was to find an olive oil store. My guidebook mentioned this store and I was on a mission to buy olive oil for me and some for Hillary. Due to my fantastic navigational skills I found it right away!
I was so excited that I found it I went right in and purchased 5 bottles of olive oil. There was a film crew inside this little store. I was hoping to see Rick Steves. It wasn't.
Anyway, me and my five bottles of olive oil began exploring Old Nice. It was great! Except for the fact I had five bottles of olive oil with me. I'm not sure why I bought them right away. I guess I was so pleased with myself for actually finding the store that I figured I'd never be able to find it again.
I walked all the way up to that big grey thing up there. |
I loved the colors of the buildings in Nice. You can definitely tell there has been an Italian influence in Nice. Well, that is what my guide book told me and guide books never lie.
I started walking up to the big grey thing on the hillside that I referenced a couple of pictures ago. Lots of stairs, lots of walking but the views were breathtaking.
Here is the big grey thing that I thought would be a castle or something. Turns out it was just big and grey. |
It was up here where I had a special moment all to myself. Before my Mom died, I always thought that my brother and I would take her to France or Italy on vacation. I never told her I was thinking of taking her and I regret that very much. I think she would have loved France. No doubt about it. I've felt guilty for years about that and a lot of things with my Mom. Up here, I took an opportunity to release my guilt and say my final good bye. It was a tough one and there were tears involved but it felt very very good.
Did I mention the beach is nice in Nice? Ha! I didn't even try to write that - nice in Nice!
I just sat and stared at the ocean and the sun. Loved it! |
The cats were real and the guy was just standing there talking to the crowd. He wasn't like one of those "frozen" people in Vegas. It was creepy. Those cats had to have been drugged. I know French cats - they bite.