The word of the holiday was ‘hot, hot, hot!’.
Nick had visited Nice earlier in the year, for one of the Euro 2016 football matches and he came back with only great things to say, meaning another holiday was in the making. A total change of pace from our usual city breaks! I must admit, I was completely unprepared for a lovely sun filled beach holiday and I also severely underestimated just how hot Nice can get.
Most of the holiday was spent walking around while Nick desperately tried not to say ‘when we came we did this..’ too much! Although it didn’t bother me as I knew the comments came from past experience and meant we could cleverly spend our time. The best of his recommendations however was the ice cream stall just down the street from the fountain at Place Massena. A mix of Kinder Buenos and Ferrero Rocher ice cream – yes please! Two trips to this stall were essential.
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