Yesterday, to get to Nice we had to keep going up and down huge cliffside roads. My ears kept popping worse than an airflight. On arrival everyone conked out. I’m surprised I didn’t. They almost all went for a nap. I had four hours of semi-sleep and I wanted to do stuff.
So I set out and climbed the Le Chateau park. It’s a large hill next to the sea with the remains of fortifications at the top. The best part was the cascade; a series of waterfalls on the western side. I also got some decent photos from up there. Someone was practicing the flute in the park, so for most of the time I was hearing the tones of “Meet George Jetson”. I came down on the other side and walked through the old town. I got back a bit before dinner. It was just at the hotel but it was easily the best meal of the whole trip: Salad, quiche, potatoes, carrots, a spiced chicken, and a sundae. Fantastic.
Then a tour of the old town and drinking. I packed it in early because a group of us planned a run for the next morning.