The whole time we have been away I have found it hard to call what we are doing something; backpacking, a life experience, inspiration? Who knows, but our few days in Nice, France can truly be called a holiday. Despite some bad news that I received the night before my family told me to continue having a good time. So after a lazy morning we dragged ourselves to the stony foot breaking beach and had a dip in the med, followed up with a walk along the pricey shops and a burger for a bite to eat. The afternoon was spent in the pretty old town, looking in the postcard and tourist shops. Then with a smoothie each, we walked the hill to the old castle taking in a pretty amazing graveyard and the sights from the top of the hill. But the day did not end there, we relaxed reading our books not watching the sea or the people walking the sea front, but our washing turning in the washer! A subway meat ball 6" was the real ending to the day and what a day it was!
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