Nice is like it’s name: nice. I loved the Italian food, and great beaches. It was a good place to relax after rushing around London and Paris.

The only bad thing that happened was that we walked into a park at night (bad idea, folks) to take pictures of some flowers. Apparently we disturbed the resident homeless man and his dog (because everyone in France, even the homeless, have dogs). He started swearing at us, in both French and English. We got the message and were about to leave when he threw a bottle and it landed SMACK! on the back of my head. Needless to say, my head hurt the next day.

Anyways, heed my lesson and stay away from the parks at night, and you’ll have a great time!