Arrival in Nice, France

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Now I know how it feels to be in a place where you can't say even the simplest things, like "where's the bathroom," and if you could, you wouldn't understand their answer if they weren't pointing. I feel really stupid! Thank goodness Anita has mastered a few phrases, and most of the stores and restaurants speak and understand English. Very humbling.

Nice is beautiful and looks a lot like Italy to me. Our hotel is right in the center and only a few blocks from the beach where I plan to go swim shortly.

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Photos

Anita and me, obviously
We're standing at the head of a street that is an open market, smaller but similar to the Pike Market. At night, all the flowers, fruit, veggies, soaps, spices, etc. go away and it becomes a promenade of people strolling along.

Looking up the hill
We were too tired from the long flight to climb all the way up to"old town," and you can see why! After I took the photo, I saw that I'd taken an indelicate shot of a dog doing its business. And, yes, the owner scooped up after the dog.
Anita will add an entry later.

Up the hill looking down
We're in"Old Town," looking down toward the town center..