This is one of those days when I am grateful for a faulty weather forecast. A 30% chance of showers translated into a 0% precipitation reality and the French Riviera performed exactly as the guide books promised.
We breakfasted with an interesting couple from Michigan who are here for a conference, then set out to stroll the Palade des Anglais and explore the old city. The Chagall Museum is perched on a hill – what isn’t in Nice? Chagall’s biblical account of Creation reflects his Russian Jewish roots and is larger than life. His painting of the 7th day – the Sabbath – expresses the solidity of rest when enough is enough. A timely reminder even for vacationers.
Not that we’d had our fill of France but with Monaco just a 20 minute train ride east, we decided to visit one of the smallest, if not the wealthiest countries in the world. It is quite the place! Fast cars, luxurious yachts, children dressed in high fashion, clean, compact, coiffeured and elegantly tucked into its seaside cliffside this tiny nation accurately represents 1% of the world’s wealthiest.
Europeans eat late and so we made our way back to the room to take in the sunset, freshen up and await our 7:30 reservation. It’s been another gift of a day!
Sorry for the lack of photos. It seems that my ability to upload them depends heavily on a good sized bandwidth, which our current accommodation is lacking. We plan to move to Provence on Tuesday and hope for better luck there. Of course, I don’t really believe in luck but you grasp my meaning.
