The castle of Nice once rested up on a hill overlooking the coastline, but was dismantled by Louis XIV in the 1700s. What remains on Le Chateau hill are playgrounds, restaurants, and a stunning waterfall. we spent all morning picnicking and taking pictures on top of this beautiful bluff.
Back in the city, we shopped, ate crepes, and picked up champagne for the evening. We walked along the boardwalk with gratitude; so thankful to be in France rather studying. C’est la vie.
With numerous sightseeing opportunities, we chose the Russian Cathedral before heading back for dinner. Although we were not dressed appropriately to enter the church, the exterior architecture was worth the walk.
Party on Wayne
Bridget and I picked up cocktails at our hostel’s happy hour before our tour group’s reservation at Wayne’s bar. Good thing we did, since the drinks started at 8 euro. However, the prices were fair considering free cover and impressive live band. We stood up on the tables all night belting out to American Pop. Then suddenly I felt like resting my voice and mingling with the locals.
I walked up to a guy and tried introducing myself but the music was too loud. Being the great flirt that I am, I whipped out my iPhone notepad for us to communicate. His name was Bastien and lived right in the center of Nice. I spent the remaining of the evening with him and his friends, disproving the stereotype that the French are rude and unwelcoming.