We woke up to a break from the rain but it was supposed to come back down that afternoon. Nice is beautiful! From the streets, to the shops, to the beaches, to how people dress it’s just a great place to be. Definitely the most diverse place we’ve been to. We went and hung out at the beach after we wandered a bit and watched as the last bit of sun was turning to storm over the horizon. We raced back to the hostel to beat the rain and it was wine o’clock at the hostel so we poured up some glasses and made some friends. A couple ladies older than us, one from the states, one from Canada, both engaged.

We went to grab a bite and when we came back they were still there making friends with the hostel owner. He was a funny guy with a thick accent and wanted us to get really drunk and kept bringing up more and more champagne. He talked to us about Nice and how the hostel lost a lot of business after the attack in July but he was sure it would get popular again. He also promised us a waking tour the next morning of the city. But I got the vibe from him that he was all talk and wasn’t going to show up. So we went to bed hoping tomorrow would be a better weather day.

Pop up note: French bread is called French bread because that’s all the French eat. Baguettes with everything! No complaints though, bread is the best.