Onward to the next city! Nice (pronounced "neese") is another city I learned about in French class. We all kept calling it 'nice' (as in the opposite of naughty) until our teacher corrected us. Madame Foster wasn't exactly the strictest of instructors so I think several of us continued to call it 'nice' (again, as in the opposite of naughty) despite the reprimand.
Oh! And I have a noteworthy anecdote about the rental car to share! Since we only had the car for one day and we only drove a total of maybe 300 km (at most), we'd only used up about 1/3 of the gas in our car. So, before returning the car, we had to fill'er up. We had a diesel fuel car and the gas station had several pumps, which is normal, but obviously they were all written in French. There was a green pump, a yellow pump, a blue pump, and we couldn't quite figure out which was was diesel. So, I went into the little shop and asked the man at the desk, "Bonjour, j'ai besoin de votre aide. Comment dit-on 'diesel' en français?" (Hello, I need your help. How do you say 'diesel' in French?" He responded, "La jaune pompe. C'est 'gazole.' Jaune." (The yellow pump. It's diesel. Yellow." I thanked him profusely (Merci! Merci beaucoup! Merci merci!) and walked out to fill the car. Then, we were off to return the rental and hop on a train.
So the train's route actually starts in Paris and goes all the way down to Marseille St. Charles (where it terminates) making several stops along the way (including Lyon). We got off at Marseille St. Charles where we had to transfer to a train that just makes its way along the French Riviera, making stops at Saint Tropez, Cannes, and even Monaco (and several other coast cities). By the way, the Cannes Film Festival was just starting up as we were heading down. If we could have even found a hotel, I doubt we could've afforded it. And as much as I love a good celebrity sighting, we were there on vacation and to expand our horizons; not to be fan girls.
There was a gentleman playing the piano for us when we arrived. He was switching back and forth between Lykke Li's 'I Follow Rivers' to Celine Dion's 'My Heart Will Go On.' I commend him for his bravery to play in a semi-unrefined public space where people could judge and ridicule. For the most part, I think people barely noticed but I snapped a photo.
better than most, I'm sure.
I tried to capture a shot of this baby vineyard but even when the trains are "slow" they're fast.
just google it. By the way, do you see E waving 'hi' on the balcony? Ha!
But, other than little froof, everything was great.
All right, now that we're done with that boring stuff, my next post will be a bit more fun and eventful, I promise.