Nice is nice.
Saturday, 16 – Arles/Nice
We left for Nice in the morning after walking back to the train station. The trip took most of the day, a lot of which was spent looking out the window at the beautiful cote d’azure. As with each of our hotels, I put the name and address on the Notes app on my phone to show a potential cab driver and looked up the route if we were going to walk to it. At Nice, it was just exit the station from the middle door, cross the street and walk straight down toward the Mediterranean. Turn left at Boulevard Victor Hugo for two blocks and, voila – Hotel La Villa Nice Victor Hugo. This was a real hotel in a big city.
Once we dumped our bags, we headed down to the waterfront and walked along the strand. In the 30 mph wind. We were once again in the tourist zoo and, after some wandering around and a pizza and a beer (wine for Connie) in a café out of the wind, we started walking back to our hotel. One of the things the French do that drives me crazy is change the names of their streets. What was Boulevard Victor Hugo had become Boulevard Dubouchage where we intersected it. Thinking we’d gone too far to the left, we turned right. We were too tired for being lost. Finally a kindly young lady pointed out on our map where we were. Eleven blocks later we got to our hotel.