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The train ride from way through the water.
The train didn’t stop at Villefranche sur mer, instead it zipped through the station and stopped in Nice. We quickly traded in our “Buon Giorno” and “Grazie” for “Bonjour” and “Merci” and whipped out the all important “Parlez-vous anglais?” Another country another language… at least the currency is still the same. Well that’s not exactly a good thing either, especially since the once mighty US dollar is now the ugly stepchild to the Euro.
Before we left mount for an autumn day. The beach was packed with locals and tourists’ catching the last rays before the rain starts.
Our plan is to either hit the beach tomorrow or take a 10 minute local train to Nice. Either way it will be a good day…
4 comments:
Nice is nice... were they topless locals... did you see boobies!!! Oh yeah... Just say no Gracias they will get it, forget that Par-lee-voo crap.
Mike - your comments are funny. :)
Hey Laura - are you drinking a Leffe in that picture? Leffe was my favorite beer to drink in Nice and Paris. The only place I've found it on tap is Suppenkuche in Hayes Valley.
OK - so I don't know how to post comments. The 'anonymous' person in the last comment is me - Holly. :)
Hi guys,
We're loving your Barcelona adventures. So, is you stay there changing your favorite top 10 rankings in any way????
See you soon.
Dad and Pat
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