Nice is not Nice.

Anyways, we just spent the past few days in Nice, a place which is now my least favorite city in the world. Apparently I missed the memo that in Nice, tall frizzy haired Canadian = hooker. We stayed the first two days in a relatively nice part of town, but then had to move because it was all booked up. We moved to the Belle Meuniere, which was a nice enough place, but was located smack dab in the middle of the ghetto. I am not kidding, we were next door to Nice's leading Gentlemans Club.











Please enjoy the order of these shops

However, we managed to make friends with three Australian guys, a Canadian guy and a German and British hostel worker, and thus managed to not be approached by most of the creepers.











Mick, Heather, PAVEL and Adrian

However, I would like to note that in the space of four days, I was asked how much I cost twice, glared at numerous times, sworn at at least three times, felt up once and pushed off a train once. Keep in mind this was while wearing clothing that my mother picked out for me. I will be completely honest, Nice was one of the scariest places I'e been to, including the London Dungeon. So I'm saying no to creepface and never returning.











MY BATTLE SCARS. okay actually my dress just scraped my face.
My name is Inigo Montoya.

However, while in Nice we also managed to make day trips out- we went to the Grand Prix in Monaco for two days and to Cannes during the film festival once.











FAST CARS GO VROOM VROOM












ITS A FERRARI!!!!!!!! nbd.

I also forced Heather through a Matisse museum and we hung out a beautiful Russian Cathedral for a few hours.

Pictures will follow soon, but this hostel doesn't have anywhere to plug in a zip drive, so that will have to wait.
Anyways:
Monaco- One of the most beautiful cities on earth. That place is clean and RICH. The only cars you see are Ferraris, Mazeratis, Bentleys, Audis, Rolls, and basically any other car that costs more than my life. It is also home to the worlds largest yachts. That place just screams MONEY!!!! Like seriously- was walking down the street and saw stores for selling million dollar homes, for buying and selling yachts and for buying and selling airplanes. A 1983 747 was only two million, if anyone is interested. Monaco is also extremely clean, with people wandering all over the place sweeping up cigarette butts and hosing off sidewalks. This contrasts directly with Nice, which smells alot like stale urine.

Cannes- First off, I don't care what anyone says, its 'cAns' not 'cOHns'. There is no O in the name. Secondly, the film festival is not alot to see- just a bunch of white tents and really skinny girls running around with lanyards. So, Heather and I had a beach day. (which was AWESOME!!)

So anyways, we are now in Milano, in a clean, safe hostel. We found it with no difficulty and when we walked in, the snack bar lady gave us both a glass of wine 'to welcome us' to the hostel. I think I'm gonna like it here.