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April 20. Day 294. Nice has a lovely boardwalk, which more than makes up for its narrow, grainy beach. (I know, I’m a spoiled Californian, but of all the beaches I’ve seen, none come close to ours. Allow me to wax obnoxious for just one moment. Our waves. Our wide swaths of fine sand, our palm trees, [...] April 19. Day 293. Our first night in Nice we walked by a restaurant called Gargamelle, which looks like an innkeeper’s dining hall from the times of Rabelais. Cozy carpets, low burning candles, pewter chalices, hand scripted menus, the works. That Friday we asked for a table, but the woman who greeted us replied she was closing. [...] haggling |
April 18. Day 292. Fifteen seconds after I set foot in Nice’s old port district, ready to explore Roman ruins, photograph a fish market, perhaps buy some lavender or herbes de provence as presents for people back home, or do whatever it is one does in old port districts, I spotted a landmark I won’t [...] April 17. Day 291. Slowly creeping back up to date with these posts… *** Morning: last day in Paris. One of the reasons we took this trip is because my mom has been thinking of retiring. In Europe. Besides the obvious benefits to her — like public health care, real coffee on every street corner, a better cost of [...] haggling |
April 16. Day 290. Time to deal. “Hi,” [...] |
    
  
 
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