Beach, beach and more beach

Also written 7/1

I don't know how necessary a day by day recap on Nice is. I literally laid on the beach all day.

June 28:

Once the Spaniards left, I went for lunch (another long hunt for kabab. I don't understand why kabab shops are everywhere when I want to eat something nice and no where when I really want a kabab) and then to the beach. After somewhere between three and five hours, I decided to get dinner. The moule and frites that are so appropriate for the Rivera. After dinner I decided to get a drink at Wayne's which turned into an adventure all it's own. Is it possible to get enough of dancing on tables in a hot sweaty dive bar as the live band plays Sweet Home Alabama?

June 29:

I laid on the beach. Just about all day. At least 5 hours. Cycling between napping, reading, hopping in the Mediterranean to cool off and listening to Skyrock. I eventually got hungry and decided to make my own lunch. I bought a pasta salad from Monoprix and doctored it up with some cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, chorizo and a side of brioche.

I dined back at the hostel while watching some French soap opera on TV. As I finished, a couple "Yanks" joined the room. After showers, we decided to get ice cream. The place we went to made ice cream into little flowers!

After our snack, we parted ways and I took a walk around Old Town (every city in France has an old town I realized). When I returned to the hostel, the Yanks had been join by a Brit (this chick was a talking machine. She just didn't stop.) and were deciding what to get for dinner. I joined them. We ended up going to this kabab shop. But it was one of the fancy ones and I actually got what us Americans would call a kabab (you know, the meat on a stick. They call it shish. I suppose I never actually explained kabab. I will take a picture next time. It's a huge hunk of meat that spins around cooking all day and the Turkish people who are bound to own the restaurant shave the meat and stuff it into a pita.) I had chicken and veal. It was so good. The Brit wanted a crepe, I had more than enough sweets for the day with the ice cream and the cookies I had after my lunch (habit's getting worse) I intended to just get a coffee as they ate crepes but the place they went charged an additional 40% for cafe after 7pm. WHAT? I refused to get it out of principle. After the crepes the Brit and I went to get a drink and watch the rest of the Brazil match (I really couldn't have cared less about the match but I had nothing else to do). We ended up at Wayne's and once the game was over the same band played the same set list to a new group of people. Maybe it is possible to tire of that scene. We left shortly after the match was over and returned to the hostel.

June 30:

Uh, I laid on the beach for hours. Lunch of pasta salad left overs to more soaps. Then back to the beach. When it started getting chilly (by beach standards) I went back to take a shower. When I got back to the hostel I realized I had a nice sunburn on my torso. I also found that the chatty Brit and a couple of the other roommates were going to dinner. I passed. I am at the point where I am actually enjoying being by myself, and I also was tired of hear that chick talk. I went out for dinner about an hour later. Since it would be my last French meal for a few weeks I wanted it to be French so I did crêpes. A savory ham, cheese and tomato and a sweet nutella served with cidre and café to finish. And guess what was on the restaurant's tv. My favorite French dubbed cop show with Shamar Moore. I hung out at the crêperie for a long time, just reading and ppl watching. The owner and garcon were really nice and I felt comfortable there. I eventually started getting chilly since I still had on shorts and the breeze had picked up. I decided I would head back to the hostel but first I would sit out by the beach on last time.