The overcast and miserable weather was waiting for us when we arrived in Nice, but after a night in a comfortable couchette, we were ready to go (despite the snorer on the bunk below us!) The gloomy clouds kept us off the beach, so we headed back to Monaco for a peek into the lives of the rich and famous. A quick cup of tea helped to keep the chills at bay as we headed around the grand prix track up towards the old town, then back to the Monte Carlo casino of 007 fame. Yatches of the multi-millionaires lined the bay, as did the wannabe's dressed up to the 9's!! We headed home with stars in our eyes, or more like the reflection of the lights along the beach front.
The following day was another dvd day, leading us to believe that we had possibly arrived at the incorrect cote d'azure. Wrapped in our towels we found a warm haven in a brasserie with croissants and tea, but were soon back at the hostel for a game of cards to wait out the bad weather.
We had no joy with hiring a scooter, so instead headed inland the following morning on the chemin de fer du Provence. It was a beaut of a day, but frigid when we hopped off the train at St. Andres les Alpes (the location chosen for our day-trip). The thought of sun and surf swayed the decision to cut the excursion short and head back to the coast, although the multi-coloured paragliders were tempting. We did get the sun and sea, but not much surf and no sand as we laid our towels out on the pebble beaches to catch the rays. A quick pint and glass of rose urged us hand in hand back to the hostel for an early night.
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