Nice is nice. Hah.

I went on a trip to Nice with a gaggle of girls.

We stayed in a sweet apartment on top of a giant hill.

This was the view from our deck.

I did not actually experience Nice, this is because I spent too much time lying in the sun/swimming in the pool/eating all the food. I'm not bummed about this because I also had some real good naps on the couch and I can probably go back there sometime and be a tourist.

This was the view from the side of the pool.

I got a little sunburnt on my legs but I put sunblock on mostly.

Other people left the apartment a lot more than I did, however I did venture down the hill on Friday and we all caught the train to Cannes.

We ate some real great French lunch and I had profiteroles the size of my head:

After lunch the ladies went to sit on the beach and I decided to be a tourist. I went on this weird train/car thing that seemed like it shouldn't drive on actual roads but it did anyway.

It took me up to the top of a big hill.

There was a church up there.

Also the commentary told me lots of things about the film festival/famous people who spent/spend time there and stuff. I think it was maybe quite old though because they didn't mention anyone who became famous after like 2007. Also I learnt that there is an island there where they held The Man in the Iron Mask one time. Didn't have time to go there though.

Now I am back in London and back at work, which is great.