We only spent a night in Nice before we were on a train to Geneva. Lemme tell you, those fucking bags were like small, angry adults strapped to our spines. That kicked a lot.
|He's like a freaking model or something.|
I'm sure there's something amazing about this city and I'm just missing it. Or, missed it.
We stayed at a little, quaint hotel called the Excalibur. It was another opportunity for me to practice my mangled French. It had this adorable hard-wood lobby and actual physical keys that we had to turn back in when we left the room.
As par our norm, we dropped our shit and hit the town almost immediately. There were neat things to see, like super expensive stores at which we could never shop because the body guards inside have higher incomes. And a giant fountain in a lake. And a clock made of flowers. Oh, and a swan. But the city was pretty much done in half a day.
|It's that thing that looks like it should be apple pie.|
After eating at this little bakery, we realized that we were going to have a problem getting D the proper coffee. Cafe au lait is milky and amazing, but a cafe is a little espresso shot or something. Poor guy. This theme pretty much continued for the entirety of our trip.
And then we discovered Manor.
Manor is also where I discovered A Cheval (the photos of which are the reason this post was delayed):