The South of France
After a less then amazing time in Paris, Nicole (my new travel partner!) and i headed down to the South of France. Our first stop was Bordeaux, a small town famous for its architecture and its wine. And believe me, both were rather nice. We spent the day poking into shops and marvelling at the vast number of well dressed individuals. If there’s one good thing that can be said about Europeans, it’s that they don’t go out looking like they just rolled out of bed.
For lunch we stopped in a small open air cafe and had chocolate crepes and red wine. Delightful. That night we caught a night train down to Nice, which is quite nice (a pun i couldn’t help making every chance i got). This small town on the French Riviera blew me away with views and sights i didn’t expect to find anywhere in Europe. At times, if it weren’t for the French signs everywhere, i would have thought i was in Hawaii.
Going to Nice was a very spur of the moment idea so when we arrived in the town we didn’t have anywhere to stay. After seeing an ad for a hostel with lots of young fun looking people in it we decided to test our luck. These ads could not have been more deceiving. The hostel was run by a very scary (but also very sad) looking older French woman who had apparently turned her apartment into a hostel. When we got up to her floor we found a messy, dilapitated room crammed with bunk beds. After sitting on the bed trying to decide whether or not we would stay we noticed a suspiciously dead looking body under one of the covers. Needless to say, it did not take long for us to grab our stuff and find the nearest Best Western.
