Although, I'm sure Nice is a lovely place, the part of Nice that Melissa and I got to see was less than lovely.
There were some nice buildings to see though...like this one. (I have no idea what it is, of course.)
And here is another one....
It was Market Day in Nice. We were told that not long before we arrived, they had their fresh flowers for sell in this area. The debris that you see on the pavement is what was left over from all of the flowers that were sold that day. The streets were wet, because they were hosing them down after clearing out all of the flowers.
As many of you
For starters, men and women use the same public restrooms in France. I don't care for that very much.
The other issues I developed shortly after finding this sign to the restroom in Nice.
You will notice that the sign is pointing a certain direction, but Melissa and I looked and looked, and we could not find the public restroom anywhere. We finally located our tour guide and asked her where the public restroom was, and she said you just follow that sign......It's across the street at the beach.
Good to know.
So, we go to the beach. Only, we still don't see the public restroom. We looked and looked, then we finally spotted it. It was underground. At the beach. It felt like we were going down stairs to get on a subway, but it smelled like we were walking into the sewer system.
(Excuse me while I throw up a little bit in my mouth just recalling the smell.)
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the
So, we get in line with our money, and that's when we see him. The public restroom attendant. He was nasty. He was ginormously fat. He was smoking a cigar. He had black, curly, unkempt hair. And he was wearing a bathing suit. A black Speedo to be exact. The kind that ONLY Michael Phelps should wear.
I'm just saying.
We gave the disgusting man our money, and then he pointed to something on the counter where he was sitting.
We looked to see what he was pointing at, and then that is when I realized yet another one of my public restroom related issues. He was pointing to a stack of toilet paper that we were supposed to use. Although, I don't really think that you can call it a stack, seeing as how it was only four squares of toilet paper. Four. Squares. Of toilet paper. Per person. For thirty five cents.
I looked at Melissa a little confused, and I asked her, "What would you do if you needed to go Number 2? She just looked at me and said, "I guess you would have to ask him how much for an entire roll."
As we left that
Anyway, I promise that is all of the Number 1 and Number 2 talk for this post. But just let me say this, if you travel to Europe, take plenty of Charmin to Go.
And that's all I have to say about that!
Here is a picture of the gas prices while we were in France. This price is per liter, as opposed to the per gallon that we pay here in America.
The drive from Nice to Eze was beautiful. Very picturesque.
We were told that Brad and Angelina were staying somewhere in this picture while they waited to have their twins.
Isn't it gorgeous?
Imagine having this as your backyard....
You can definitely see why Brad and Angelina chose to have their babies in this particular location.
Everywhere you turned to look, you just saw beauty.
The drive to Eze was magnificent!
Join Melissa and me tomorrow for our time in Eze, France. And I promise that there will be no more talk of Number 1 or Number 2. ;)