Travel, pictures, anniversary, wheeee!
Hi!
Last weekend was Chris and I's first anniversary, paper. He got us plane tickets to Nice. It was a great trip and he liked France. (phew.)
I have actually spent a bit of time in Nice. I lived in a tiny town in France that had a tiny train station. It's only train wen to Nice. So I would go there on long weekends to see some sun and get out of Digne for a spell. I remember it as a construction pit that got a lot of sun and had a huge daily market. Since I was always skimping, I never ate out, but still had a good time while dodging sketchy alleys and drinking cheap, delicious wine.
Coming back was a real treat. All the construction is finished. There's now a new tram line and pedestrian zones all over the town. And they've made the city museums free: The Naif, the Beaux Arts, the Matisse, Modern Art, Archeology, Natural History, Botanical Garden. All free!
The beach is still rocky and crowded. But stunning all the same. We saw lots of boobies. The food was fantastic and once we got out of the tourist zones, quite reasonable. I raided a super market and came home with dried sausages, herbes de Provence, cheeses, tapinade and jams. We also got a fancy Provençal tablecloth. (Buying a tablecloth is the most adult thing I've ever done, I think.)
We took a walk up to the castle and saw this very interesting tree. Actually, it might be a flower to a yucca. Very Suessian.
I was so happy to hear French again. It took about a day for me to start speaking again, but so much came back. Our taxi driver from the airport gave us maps and a guide book and refused a tip. He told us about the weather and how the town is cleaner and filled with "Fliks" now. (Police). Thefts are down and tourism is up.
We also went to the Chagall museum, my favorite. It was really special. Chris and I started writing to each other just before I left to live in France. The letters slowly evolved into something romantic. Every time I went to Nice, I visited the Chagall museum. I was inspired to find alI of Chagall's stained glass in France. I wrote Chris while doing this: from Montpellier, Lyon, Metz, Nantes and Paris. On our first date, I brought a picture book from the Chagall museum. We looked at the book while sitting on a bench in College Park and started holding hands (awwwwwww.)
France heard that it was our anniversary and hosted an air show at the beach for us. Thank you, France.
We've posted the rest of our pictures on SmugMug. You can find them here, if you like.
Last weekend was Chris and I's first anniversary, paper. He got us plane tickets to Nice. It was a great trip and he liked France. (phew.)
I have actually spent a bit of time in Nice. I lived in a tiny town in France that had a tiny train station. It's only train wen to Nice. So I would go there on long weekends to see some sun and get out of Digne for a spell. I remember it as a construction pit that got a lot of sun and had a huge daily market. Since I was always skimping, I never ate out, but still had a good time while dodging sketchy alleys and drinking cheap, delicious wine.
Coming back was a real treat. All the construction is finished. There's now a new tram line and pedestrian zones all over the town. And they've made the city museums free: The Naif, the Beaux Arts, the Matisse, Modern Art, Archeology, Natural History, Botanical Garden. All free!
The beach is still rocky and crowded. But stunning all the same. We saw lots of boobies. The food was fantastic and once we got out of the tourist zones, quite reasonable. I raided a super market and came home with dried sausages, herbes de Provence, cheeses, tapinade and jams. We also got a fancy Provençal tablecloth. (Buying a tablecloth is the most adult thing I've ever done, I think.)
We took a walk up to the castle and saw this very interesting tree. Actually, it might be a flower to a yucca. Very Suessian.
I was so happy to hear French again. It took about a day for me to start speaking again, but so much came back. Our taxi driver from the airport gave us maps and a guide book and refused a tip. He told us about the weather and how the town is cleaner and filled with "Fliks" now. (Police). Thefts are down and tourism is up.
We also went to the Chagall museum, my favorite. It was really special. Chris and I started writing to each other just before I left to live in France. The letters slowly evolved into something romantic. Every time I went to Nice, I visited the Chagall museum. I was inspired to find alI of Chagall's stained glass in France. I wrote Chris while doing this: from Montpellier, Lyon, Metz, Nantes and Paris. On our first date, I brought a picture book from the Chagall museum. We looked at the book while sitting on a bench in College Park and started holding hands (awwwwwww.)
France heard that it was our anniversary and hosted an air show at the beach for us. Thank you, France.
We've posted the rest of our pictures on SmugMug. You can find them here, if you like.