Nice

The trip to Nice took only 5 hours door-to-door and was uneventful other than a confiscated can of Nutella at the security (I swear I read somewhere that for travel inside France the no-liquids restrictions do not apply), but free gourmet sandwiches served on board of our one hour flight more than compensated for the bust.

Large top floor 2 bedroom seafront apartment, french door terrace, two bathrooms, huge living room, and wonderful sea breeze throughout. Of course, the moment we set out, clouds covered the sky and it started to drizzle. We stopped by the bike shop and yes, the last roadbikes were just rented out. Still - the air is warm, sea - beautiful, and Max, so far, reasonably content.

We hid from the rain at a bistro - same place where we had our "last supper" in November. Then we crossed the town to a supermarket which we used back then. There were great many other shops, but for some reason, "we" wanted to go to that particular one. In the supermarket, the line was long and I swear I heard more Russian then French. All the Russian speaking in the store seemingly gravitated to the same route: колбаса - сыр - помидоры - яйца. Just to be different, I also picked up a case of strawberries and some whipped cream. A bit later, at the register, Leon carefully packed the strawberries at the bottom of the bag and just to make sure it stays put, he placed a 16-can pack of coke on top.

The way back was long and the plastic bags were heavy (in addition to coke, Leon also picked up a gallon of orange juice). All of that - the line in the store, Russian language spoken in the shop and on the streets, the heavy bags and long schlep home brought back some memories. But not for long. Max wanted some food and we quickly surrendered and bought him Le Big Mac et Frites.

Back home, we relaxed on the balcony stealing fries from Max's and having Compote a la Fresh Strawberries.