Nice: Highs and Lows

I told you about how amazing and magical France was, but I missed out telling you about the things that happened to us in Nice that brought us crashing back into reality.

We got robbed.  : |

Well, not all of us. But two from the group. We were staying at the Novotel in Monte Carlo and took a train to Nice in the morning with the intention of checking out the Cours Saleya (because I was fascinated by it and I was deciding the itinerary for Monte Carlo and Nice).

We got off at the station, walked out, and came to a tramway. We decided we’d take the tram and get off at the stop closest to Cours Saleya. It took us a while to figure out how to buy the tickets (since everything was written in french).

Tourists are so invasive no? :P

While some of us were busy trying to figure out the ticket thing, the rest were waiting by the side patiently and apologizing to the locals who came by for crowding their ticket booth (and I was taking pictures of course :P). The tram we finally got into was super crowded (almost like the Bombay trains, but not as bad) and that’s where it happened. Apparently they were very quick and skillful and they got in and out before you could say HEY! 

One of the girls lost 40 euros from her handbag and one of the guys lost his wallet that contained everything from his driving license to credit cards as well as ALL the money he had left for the trip except for a 100 euros which was in our “bank” (we keep a fund for common expenses such as eating out and museum tickets etc). He spent a fair amount of time at the police station, waiting with a bunch of other people who were also robbed. When asked if this was quite common, the cops laughed at him and said ” It is the season for it! You need to be careful!”

The robbery kinda put a damper on things for a bit, but Nice is too charming a place for you to stay mad at it for too long. Besides, you live and learn don’t you. No use moping about it and ruining the rest of your time there.

It was a hot, sunny day and we were quite tired out by the events of the day thus far, so we were looking for a nice cool place to have lunch at. We found a lovely little bar & restaurant at Cours Saleya (I forget the name). It had dark wood interiors and was nice and cool after the heat outside. We cooled off with a lovely cocktail of fruit and champagne that was tangy, bubbly and completely addictive (but too expensive for multiple orders).

I ordered a salad as a starter, which was lovely and so filling I couldn’t even put a dent on the mains!

“starter” that ended up being my main dish!

 

Of course, by the time the others were done  with the mains, I was ready for dessert! Now, when you order 2 scoops of ice cream in Dubai, that’s exactly what you get – two simple scoops of ice cream.

But this is France! Even their vanilla, if you think about it, is french vanilla (sooo much more delicious than regular vanilla!), so when they came with my order, my eyes almost popped!

fee fie fo fum, to what do I owe this treat so white and crimson! :P

Two massive scoops of ice-cream topped with whipped cream, in a jar! You had to dig through the cream to get to the ice-cream!

and it was good!

 

After that, we were too full to do much. The Cours Saleya is along the Promenade des Anglais, and we went to beach for a bit and swam in the ice-cold waters of the Mediterranean Sea. We headed back in the evening. I was all sticky from the seawater and smelling of the sea, but so was everyone else around me, and somehow, being together in our sea-smelliness made it okay!

On the way back, we came across a very interesting parade… but that kinda deserves a whole different post!

So until next time, au revoir!

 

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10 thoughts on “Nice: Highs and Lows

  1. You live and learn right? Kudos to your friends for marching ahead.
    The icecream was inspired, I’m going to try that at my next dinner. Thanks for the idea :-D
    I want that salad now (it’s lunch time as I type).

  2. Sorry to hear about your friends getting robbed. Food looks delicious. I have only been to Nice once many many years ago and have vague memory of it. What I do remember, however, is travelling in some overnight train from Nice in a compartment filled with cigarette smoke and talking about Maths to an Italian sitting opposite me for the entire night. (This was in the student days so couldn’t afford the luxury of cabin.) Enjoy your travels.

  3. I would love to have a travel blog but don’t think I am as articulate as you are about my experiences. Where are you off to next? xx

    • You’re being too kind about my literary abilities. But it’s good to hear nonetheless! :P I think you should give blogging a chance!

      Got some travel planned for the year-end that’s just beginning to take shape, will share the deails as soon as everything’s finalized.

    • It actually wasn’t that much of a problem. everyone was extremely gracious and tried to communicate even if they didn’t speak English. And a lot of times, like at the hotel, the castle, the wine tours etc, they spoke a fair bit of English.
      I don’t know if it’s the recession or something else, but we didn’t experience the hostility to foreigners that France is infamous for.

  4. Its true that in most parts of rural France people don’t know English. All their education has been entirely in French and TV is also dubbed in French (unlike many Eastern European and Scandinavian countries where people have learnt English by watching American TV shows with subtitles in their local language). Also, French are more insular (or shall I say protective to be PC) of their language and culture than other continental countries. In Paris, most young people, I believe, speak some English but many choose not to. This, I have found, is very different from the French speaking part of Switzerland where due to a very international community even the locals understand English to some extent. Similarly, most Suisse French websites have the option to be translated to English and Deutsch (and sometimes Italian too).

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