Well, Thursday afternoon at 12:34 I touched down in London Gatwick North Terminal to be greeted by nine degrees celsius temperatures, heavy drizzle (though not heavy enough to merit the term "rain") and grey, overcast, iron skies. A stark contrast to the 17 degrees (in the shade) average temperature over the previous five days in the Cote d'Azur Provence Alpes-Maritimes region of southern France. It really is great to be back in England. But I've barely started and I'm already getting ahead of myself. As I have mentioned before, I've been on holiday!
Destination
The Cote d'Azur is on the mediterranean coast of France, bordering Italy and encompassing Monaco. If you've ever visited you'll know that it really merits its name, the azure seas (yes, even in February) sparkling an iridescent blue as the sunlight reflects of the deep, welcoming waters (seriously, even in February). It also has a reputation as one of the richest areas in the world, the Monte-Carlo district of Monaco (the second smallest country in the world after the Vatican) evincing the opulence of the locale. Surprisingly, and slightly disappointingly, there is actually only a single casino in Monte-Carlo, predictably named the "Monte-Carlo Casino". Only I have one recommendation if you go to Monaco, do not eat at "Fredy's" in the old quarter; they rip you off a bit. Monaco was only a flying visit, we were actually staying at Nice, a nice place, particularly because of it's people, views and...
Culture
Really, this was a cultural trip as well as just a relaxing holiday. I have French orals coming up in April/May, so I had to get into as many deep conversations as possible. And we're not talking ordering a coffee at a bar either. With one chap, I managed to get into an argument about the upcoming presidential election (I favoured Segolene Royal, the Socialist Party leader, he preferred Nicolas Sarkozy, the Conservative). Another time, I had to interptret while my mum had a conversation with some random guy we met on a train about house prices and the police force. Some of it was fairly useful, though, for our "Topics and Texts" writing paper, we are studying the resistance 1939-45, and we ment one man whose father had been in the resistance, and he told us about a war criminal from WW2 who had recently been caught hiding in the church we were standing right outside. I got even more interested at this point, because Maurice Papon, a similar collaborator who managed to get in de Gaulle's good books just after the war, had recently died, causing a whle lot of political flak for Sarkozy (who supported his burial alongside resistance heroes). Needless to say, we ended up with several tonnes of French newspapers, most of which I haven't yet read, but all of which I will need to read by Monday...better get on with that.
Le Carnaval de Nice: Roi de la tres grande melee
If any of you have seen Nice carnival, you know why it deserves a sub-topic of its own. The exquisitely detailed decorated floats, the foreign paricipation (from Brazil, Germany, Spain, USA and Algiers), the hundreds of dancers...it is topped probably only by Rio carnival in its scope and beauty. If you ever get the chance to go to the Nice carnival, take it, becaus although it does cost money (E7.50, if memory serves, just over £5) to get in, it is well worth it, the spirit of the Cote d'Azur really shining through in this marvellous display.
Transport
Perhaps this might seem a little bad taste given Virgin's recent misfortunes (Fox, didn't you say you live in Cumbria? How far away are the happenings from you?), but I really REALLY think we need to take an example from the French public transport system. In the whole time we were there, there was one single delay: a train arrived 3 minutes late. That was it. It is so punctual, organised, the sytem is helpful, so you know exactly where you will need to be to get where you need to go, oh and it's cheap as well.
The bus from the Holiday Inn where we had to stay the night before we flew out (we live a fair way away from LGW, and besides, weren't going to leave the house at 2:00 am, so we could check in at 5:00 ) to the airport cost £2.50 each (£7.50 in total). A bus, on the other hand, from Nice bus station to anywhere along the whole coast (they even crossed the border into Italy, some going to Ventimille) cost E1.30 (about 90p, so around £2.70 for all of us).
Let me just re-iterate that.
A bus for all three of us from our hotel in France to ANOTHER COUNTRY cost only 20p more than a bus for ONE PERSON on a ten-minute trip from a Holiday Inn to LGW. It's not as if they cut down on quality either, the buses were not really buses in the true sense of the word at all, more like coaches; the type you get on National Express. And, crucially, they came on time. Admittedly, this was comparing one-way tickets, so let's look at trains. Trains were similarly cheap, a similar route, from Nice to Ventimille, two-way, costing E5.30 per person, about £3.71. The full journey (which we didn't actually do, we only visited two countries: France and Monaco) would take around one and a half hours, the equivalent in the UK probably costing at least three times as much, one way.
That's about it, really, well, about as much as I can write at the moment anyway. I'm pretty sure that's covered everything, it was just a really enjoyable, entertaining, helpful experience that I would recommend to anyone.
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