Discovered Pastis down on the Cote d'Azur. Check it out if you have never had it... half the fun is making it....

Cannes was a blast, our place was 1 block off the beach, did some swimming then walked the old town. Found a cool dive bar next to the train station called St Antoine for the pastis evening of ultimately being denied access to two cafes.

Caught a train to Menton the next day. Trains were out in Monoco, so we had to walk down a hill to the next station and catch the train from there. Slipped into a cab to elude some annoying Morrocans. Walked into Italy along the seafront, then back into France to the Vieux Ville for, of course.... more pastis.. Hung out a the Hotel de Londres outside bar talking to some people who were attending the rally over in San Remo. Some plate du jour around the corner [sale, some sausage and lentil], wine and a couple of armangac[sp?].

Bus the next day to Nice, great town... again our cheap hotel was just a few blocks off the beach. Went swimming and hung out until we could get someone to answer the hotel door. Hit Vieux ville for pastis and ended up at a great little place with a live blues accoustic duo. Turns out this guy, Frank Schapp is from Springs, New York just a few miles away from where I live.So we hung out with him during sets and cranked back beers etc. He lives in Nice and works the streets during the day... high quality evening. His girlfriend played the snare drum and sang.

Next day caught our super cheap flight from Nice to London, Luton. The whole time it was sunny and hot. Did zero museum stuff and just stayed outside.