We spent our first Nice afternoon doing a little shopping, a nice dinner & an early night as we planned to head to the beach the following day. Unfortunately, it was cold the not day. Dean did go for a swim, I didn't. Given that we had a pretty easy day we decided we would head to Monaco that night to visit the famous James Bond stomping ground of Monte Carlo Casino, and so we did.
The casino outside is beautiful, and the cars parked out the front are pretty awesome.. I'm sure if Dean was writing this he would have a whole lot more to say about them, but well, he isn't. We paid our €10 each for entry and were pretty disappointed when we walked in. For your €10 you are given access to one room that had a bar, a lot of pokies & only 2 tables open. The tables were €5 min roulette or €25 min black jack.. Not much good for the average tourist. There was also zero atmosphere as I guess most people probably had the same feeling as us. We got a drink each and pretty much blew he budget on that alone. No winnings unfortunately. As we walked outside we noticed a door to another casino place that was 10000000000X better.
This car was my favourite... Matte black Maserati, with polished trims.
After dinner down the street (somewhere way more affordable) we took a taxi to the train station where we realised there were no trains. Just to back track for a moment... Being tourists and not having any knowledge of the area Dean went to thre reception desk to ask for train times and advice. As you would, right? Well, we took that advice and found ourselves stuck in Monaco at 11pm. Yep. Our only option to get back was an €85 cab, needless to say that but a bit of a downer on our night and we were pretty pissed at being given the wrong information.
The next morning we addressed it with the girl who gave us the wrong info and nicely told her that it had cost us €85 for a 15 minute drive, she literally laughed in Dean's face and said "not my problem" which naturally made Dean absolutely furious.
Luckily the manager was a little more understanding and we eventually were offered a free meal which was nice of them.
We spent the rest of the day at the beach. I don't think Nice beaches are really for swimming.. I would say 90% of the people on the private beach we chose did not swim, but rather ordered bottles of champagne, re-applied their lipstick, while staring everyone else down. We did swim once, it was so unbelievably painful to get in and out that we decided it was a one time event.
Needless to say as beautiful as Nice is, we were glad to say goodbye and head back to the old faithful aroma.
We ended our day in Campo Di Fiori for a lovely dinner & walked back via the Jewish Ghetto & Piazza Venezia/ the Collosseum by night.
There was this awesome show on that was projected onto the old Roman Forum.. The statues aren't real they are just projections.. So cool.
Oh, I almost forgot. When we arrived in Rome and got to our hotel we went to the supermarket next door to get some prosciutto & cheese for lunch. I ordered 200 grams of prosciutto and ended up with 500.... I have no idea how because my Italian isn't THAT bad. Dean being Dean ate probably 400grams of that 500...... Yes. 400 grams. This is towards the end when he started feeling the affects.
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