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Tu me manques.

September 19, 2012

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It was our second to last day in France. And let’s face it, our last day was going to consist of room service breakfast and a taxi ride to the airport while the rain poured over the coast. So, it was our last real day in France. I was already starting to miss it.

So we took full advantage.

We walked down to the rocky beach and sat for a while, watching the people swim as far out as your can imagine. We spotted a girl, probably about 7, change under a towel so quickly that people didn’t even turn to look. (Pure talent! I wish I could do that at the gym.) The beach was filling with people but it was not where we were going to spend our day, much to my dismay. No, we were jumping the train to Menton 20 minutes northeast of Nice, on the coast of Italy. And while we almost missed said train because the people watching was distracting and ticket machines are impossible to read, we finally boarded and watched the cliff lined coast pass by on one side and the mountains on the other. If you looked away for an instant, you would miss another sight.

When we arrived in Menton, it didn’t take long for us to get to the beach and walk the entire town. It was small and quaint. It was also Sunday so most things were closed. We admired the Italian coastline and the steeples shooting into the clear blue sky. It really was adorable.

Within an hour, however, we were back on the train to head to Monaco. You know, Grace Kelly style. We walked for miles through winding downhill roads looking for the landmarks. (Miles is an exaggeration considering the city-state is only .79 miles in diameter.) Again, everything was closed but it was still quite incredible. Afterall, it is the second smallest country in the world by size and the most densely populated. To be clear, the population is made up of bmillionaires. (Seriously, you need to read up on this country if you haven’t before – tax haven and 0% unemployment rate!? People were like “Excuse me while I park my Yacht. Proof below.) So we walked to the palace and down by the aquarium, over to the marina, and up to the casino. Essentially that is the whole of Monaco, but it was hot and we were sweaty and ready to go back to the hotel. So we followed Boulevard de la Princess Kelly (not joking) back to the train so we could rest our legs before dinner.

Pardon, while I park.

Our last dinner in France.


Heirloom tomatoes, cheese, stuffed bread, and a bottle of Domaine de Toasc Bellet. What else could you want?

But just like that it was over. And the next morning the rain was pouring down on the city. We were both devastated to leave. And the 9 hour flight to JFK seemed the most grueling of all.

Vous me manquez France. Tu me manques tellement!

3 Comments leave one →
  1. September 19, 2012 8:03 pm

    Amazing!! Beautiful pictures!!


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