Yesterday not so much joie de vrie. I had decided I would go to Monaco and I did and the less said about that, probably the better. It was a long, full bus ride to get there and Chantal had told me that when you get there, you can take an elevator up to the top of the hill and that's where the Grimaldi Palace is along with views, etc. So, I asked a policeman (after all my called-for correct intros) about the elevator. He professed to speak no English (and this in a very, very international city!) ad just pointed to the walkway going up. Nice. So I went into one cafe and asked the man there, who also, of course professed to speak no English, and he said no elevator and pointed to the stairs. However, somewhere there is an elevator because other peope were looking for it also. I also asked for the tourist information office and both men pointed up. So, up yet another climb I went. Got up there, saw another policeman, went and asked for the tourist information office and he pointed down. So I gave up at that point, wandered aimlessly around for a bit, did take some pictures but the place was crammed with people. It's actually a tiny village up there with very narrow streets which I didn't explore because, truly, they were packed wall to wall with people. (Gosh, it's beautiful outside my train window!)
I loved this. It's at the plateau after you've reached the top - I guess your heart is supposed to hold out all the way up and then stop when you finally reach level ground!
And this is the original Grimaldi referred to in the sign up at the top of this page. As you can see from the next picture, he certainly lived to a ripe old age!
The next three are my wanderings once again through Old Nice.
And I guess I took this one because I thought the tower was pretty. :)
Went back to my room feeling pretty glumpy and decided I needed to get some lunch. I was hungry when I was still in Monaco but eating there would have been very expensive even at the "cheap" places and I just didn't want to stay there. My search for food wasn't too successful either - several places that I had in mind where I could treat myself a little had already finished for the lunch meal and just had sandwiches. I wanted food. Finally stopped at a place and ordered pasta Bolognese which was all right, but mostly pasta with here and there small bits of meat. Meandered back to my room feeling fairy pitiful by now and decided I woud pack, look at e-mails, and such. So that's what I did and finally around 8:00 decided I would go out again, this time in search of a pot of hot tea and a dessert and also decided I would go look at the sea one more time cause I never had looked at it in the evening. And that was the right thing to do because I stopped at a delightful little place (one of the ones that was closed when I walked by in the afternoon), where a very pleasant lady who didn't mind at all trying to communicate with me as I tried to communicate with her, explained the two desserts to me. I chose the tarte which had bits of apple, pear, and peach on a melt-in-your mouth base of pastry and was covered in paper thin slices of almonds. Was served with a heavy sprinling of powdered sugar and a little cup of creme fraiche which was one of the things I wanted to try while in France. Went down to the sea and only had my cell phone with me for pictures. The pictures didn't turn out well enough to post but I also couldn't resist trying to get videos of the waves so here is the link to the one I finally chose.
Felt very much better after that, got back to my room, dragged myself up the three flights of stairs one more time and spent the rest of the evening answering some e-mails and editing my pictures - only 24!! - it pays to be mad at the place you're visiting. :)
And that's about it for Wednesday. I think my biggest problem, really, was that I was just ready to move on to the next part of my trip and didn't want to have to sightsee, get myself to and from places, figure out where to eat, etc. So, not the best day in the world, but a very nice evening and as I told Chris, all's well that ends well.