We kept going up the highway to Nice, since we were so close. Another difficult thing about getting around in France is the auto routes. Yes, they get you where you want to go fast. But, you can't make a mistake-like I do...continuously...because you can't get off. 30 kilometers will pass before you get to an exit to turn around. So, we were headed toward the Alps instead of the coast. Oh well, we made it finally and had a pleasant wander around the old part of Nice where there is an all day market of flowers and things. We followed our noses to the sea for a walk on the Promenade des Anglais which is a wide "boardwalk" along the coast that goes for miles. The beach is not sandy, but has large, smooth rocks, perfect for chucking into the water. We backtracked to a nice cafe for a drink before our trek home. After getting lost on these auto routes again on our return, going almost to Toulon, we arrived home late , tired and hungry, but satisfied with our day of yet another adventure. Getting lost is a drag, but also adds to the silly memories that we will reflect upon for years to come.
|If only road signs were this easy to read.|
|Candied Fruit in Syrup|
|Funny Fountain with horses on his head|
|Promenade des Anglais|