The morning that Funnel & I were to leave Paris for Nice, I wasn’t feeling well.  I told Funnel to get breakfast without me so that I could stay in bed for a little bit longer.  While he was gone, I got sick.  He brought me back a croissant and some tea, which I thought would make me feel better, but it didn’t.  I got sick again. 

We packed up our stuff, checked out of our hotel and took the metro to the train station.  It was the first of many trains we would take on our trip, and it was a five-hour journey- a direct route with no layovers.  Funnel played our Nintendo DS or slept most of the trip, I looked out the window and tried to sleep.  I thought I was feeling well enough to eat something on the train, so Funnel bought me a sandwich, but I couldn’t keep it down.   

As we got closer to Nice, the views from the train got really pretty.  Beautiful blue water with little houses and towns dotting the coast.  It reminded me of how I always pictured Greece. 

After we arrived in Nice, we rolled our luggage a few blocks to our hotel, which was one street away from the beach, along a pedestrian-only road.  Our room was lovely.  They upgraded us to a suite with two bedrooms – one with twin beds and one with a queen bed, and we had  a little pink bathroom. 

We unpacked, then headed to check out the beach.  Beautiful.

I don’t have many pictures of our two days in Nice, because I was sick the whole time.  We didn’t get to see Monaco at all, and we hardly got to see Nice, aside from what we could see out our window and a couple of short walks we took.

I told Funnel he should go out and explore on his own, but he was so sweet to want to stay with me in our room. 

It was really dissapointing, but maybe I will make it back to France one day.

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