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My First Day in Nice, France – Day 69
Thursday 8th October 2009 – France
Today was the first day in Nice, and the chance for me to relax and take in the sights before I travelled home again, so I wasn’t about to waste any time.
I started the day with a shower in the room, which was quite nice, and went down for breakfast. People started moving about from 5am this morning, and from then there was a constant stream of noise, so I decided to just get up.
I had a filling breakfast and set about planning the day. I went to the common area and used the WI-FI, but was annoyed as I couldn’t get onto my email, just as it had been yesterday when I tried, which means there is obviously a problem. As I sat trying to figure it out, I went to my Hotmail and was pleasantly surprised to find an email from Amazon about a new album from Zero 7. From here I discovered new albums from Air and Muse, other favourite bands of mine.
I spent a while hunting down samples of the songs when the old guy joined me at the table. He started talking as he does, and went on to mention about how his grandson, was Chagall’s son. Marc Chagall being very famous in the art field, and having a museum in Nice, which the guy was off to visit that day. He spent a while showing me web sites of his and his students work. It was all very interesting but I wanted to get on truth be told. He then asked if he could email his son back home on my laptop. I said OK, not realising it would take him 30 minutes to write a very small email. I eventually got the laptop back but he continued with his stories. He is very interesting, and is obviously very knowledgeable about his work, but it doesn’t really interest me all that much, and its hard to take it in when he has a very broken level of English.
Anyway, I was finally able to continue with what I was doing, but by now it was nearly lunch time. I set out after and began my sightseeing of the city. First off was the ruins and the panoramic view from the top overlooking Nice and the nearby surrounding towns and cities. It was quite breathtaking. The waterfall cascading down the side of the rock face was also something special. My legs then lead me to the market street, and a look around revealed some familiar tourist souvenirs. I think all tourist stalls source their goods from the same distributor as you can buy the same things from just about anywhere in the world, I find anyway. Its been a while since I have found a place that sells unique gifts. It would be nice if all the gifts were made locally, therefore giving each tourist spot its own unique array of products. Never mind, its just me being picky.
A spot of lunch was next, which I ate overlooking the glorious blue sea. I continued the day with a walk along the seafront, and finally came to a halt at a nice bench that looked out to the great beyond, over the sea. I sat for a while, listening to the sea, although you can only really hear the road behind you, and the beach itself is not a great beach. It is very pebbly, a bit like England. The water, though, is very warm, unlike England, and much cleaner here too.
Once I’d had enough, I walked back to the hostel where I hung out for a bit. It was a little while later that others joined the room, including the old guy. We were all talking for a while. I decided I wanted to grab some food, then come back to have a spell on the web, to see if the email was working. I also wanted to charge my camera. The old guy didn’t have a European adapter, so wanted to know what the connection was. I showed him mine, he looked at it, fitted it to his camera and proceeded to plug it in. I was a little taken aback but thought I could get some food and use the adapter when I got back.
So I took a stroll down by the beach again, and on the way back, got some food. I took a detour to the supermarket for some goodies for the evening, and made my way along the short path to the hostel. I got to the room, but nobody was there, the place was empty. What was worse was the fact that I couldn’t see my adapter anywhere, and didn’t know where the guy was to ask him, so I waited a while. I took a wander down stairs later and managed to find the guy, who gave me the adapter.
I headed back to the room and continued my original plan, but the email was still down. I did all I could before the plug was out of my possession again, this time for the duration of the night. I decided to go to bed and hope the email was working in the morning. Its extremely annoying as I need the details of my flight back home so I can let the parents know, as the first email didn’t reach them evidently.
Written by Daniel Stevens,
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