48 Hours in Nice: Photo Diary.

48 Hours in Nice: Photo Diary.

[dropcap]W[/dropcap]ith exams (more or less) finished, what could be better than a holiday to Nice? I mean, I’ve now officially completed an entire year of living and studying in Paris, exams and all, so I deserve a little holiday. I deserve a little sunshine with all of this Paris rain – I’m told the weather in Paris has even been on  the British news so it must be quite a lot of rain…

I didn’t take my camera down to Nice. It was all packed in my rucksack ready to go, and at the last minute I took it out and left it on my sofa. Why? I hear you ask. Well, why not? I wanted a holiday in the sunshine so why take my fancy camera, risk it’s safety on a beach, and have to carry it round everywhere trying to take arty shots of things? Why do all of that when I could sit back with a book and a cold drink and just soak up some rays (a little too much because oh my oh my is the back of my neck sore).

Armed with only my phone, what I have to show you are little snapshots from out and about. All of them are on/will be on my instagram at some point, and all of them were taken as a little after thought about how pretty it all ways. Nothing fancy.

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On the second day, we ventured a little further afield to the nearby town of Villefranche-sur-Mer as it promised a sandier beach and a chilled out vibe. We weren’t disappointed by anything but the weather (the sun dipped in and out from behind the clouds a little too often). I say ‘we’ were disappointed, but I was pretty happy knowing I was less likely to get burnt even more. I’d really recommend Villefrance if you’re in the area and want to get away from the main drag of Nice. A single bus ticket is €1.50 and it takes about 15 mins, all along a cliff-side road.

We also had one of the nice Carbonara’s I’ve ever had down on the sea front so that was something pretty cool. Nice is so close to Italy that the two cultures have fused together perfectly. Most of the restaurants in town will do you an amazing pizza, or a bowl of gorgeous fresh pasta, and all of the street names are written in both French and Italian! I’m feeling so hungry writing about all the amazing Italian food. Ugh and the ice cream! To die for.

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Have you had a weekend away lately?
Any thoughts on Nice and the South of France?

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