N I C E 
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N I C E I’ll avoid the corny line about Nice being a nice place. Too late. To be fair it is very, ugh, nice! Dam, I’ve done it again. I can see how it would be a nice place (there’s three) to go if you were quite old and loaded with cash. It was well out of my league and, despite no longer being in Italy, I felt like a bit of a tramp. Everyone was dressed in designer clothes and all the cars maintained the same rich image. Sports cars everywhere and, unlike those in Paris, they weren’t covered in dents.
There was no point in me going into any shops as I would have been thrown out the moment I walked in through the door.
The tourist circuit took about half a day, taking in a chateau up top on a hill with an excellent view, the old market and an impressive Russian church. I decided to spend the remainder of the day in Monaco (or Monte Carlo or whatever it prefers to be called).