This is a oui trip, not a me trip

We had big plans for Monday. None of it came to fruition. We had a whole plan to catch the bus at 1:30 to Eze, a small town up the coast with some alleged breathtaking views, but as the time approached, no one was feeling very up for a bus ride. So we delayed our day trip until Tuesday, and instead spent the day recovering on the beach.

For lunch La Mer was in desperate need of fajitas and/or a bloody mary and/or a reuben sandwich. France could deliver none of these for her. We strolled around in search of a suitable spot, and thankfully we found Jesus: Chez Gesu. A couple pizzas, a couple Cokes, a bowl of pasta and an Indian Tonic later, we were restored (sort of).

I think I've mentioned the beach situation before. The alternative to laying on rocks is to go to a private beach where you pay for the privilege of having a chair, and can rent umbrellas. It wasn't cheap, but it did provide the ability to stay at the beach for nearly four hours, have some naps and see some boobs. The Castel was not so kind to La Mer - they were out of tomato juice, meaning no bloody mary, the chef had some how disappeared so no caesar salad, and "they stole" her sunglasses (that she left in the bathroom).

Around 6 we headed home happy that the hot water had had a full day to restore. Only problem we had all been super helpful to each other and had turned it off. Whorps. So another round of cold showers, and we headed out the door....about 25 feet...to a restaurant called Chez Juliette at the bottom of our street. It had been recommended by our favorite bartender Francesca at a place called Shapko...that's 5 feet from Chez Juliette. It's a slow food place (in the good way) and offered a set menu that included several things we had not yet had in France: snails, french onion soup, foie gras, coq au vin and duck. Liza and I shared escargot, a foie gras appetizer and duck with foie gras. It might be sort of politically incorrect, but totally worth it. The Heff has never had foie gras before, and decided not to try it because she didn't want to fall in love with things that she knew were bad for her so she didn't know what she was missing. But you know what...FINE BY ME.

It seemed like a sad idea to walk five feet from Chez Juliette to Shapko, being that they are next to each other, so we went on a hunt to find another local place to have a last (?) glass of wine. Mondays in Nice are kiiiinda dead, so after making a giant circle, taking a couple pyramid pictures,we ended up back where we began. Francesca was pumped to see us, sad we didn't make it to Eze, happy we hearted Waynes, and shocked that we were not 26. She got a very nice tip for the evening. Those extra couple or two years older that we are sent us back to the apartment for an early (1 am) night.

Number of bottles of wine:

3 Rose

Pina coladas down the hatch:
1

Buses ridden:

0

Boobs seen:
17.5

Indian tonic's poured into the street:
1

Random creepers seen while trying to take our pyramid picture:
10

Random female creepers and/or vampires that groped The Heff while trying to take our pyramid picture:
2