The waiting room for the airport bus at Reading's train station, and a pre-flight pint at a bar at terminal five, but then the exciting stuff started when we arrived at Nice. We had a lovely taxi driver to the Novotel, chucked our bags and ran round the corner to Avenue de la Republique to meet our friends in a fab restaurant called Vino Mundi.
Tuesday, 5
A lovely breakfast at Campo Caffe in PLace Garibaldi before heading to the old town. Lunch at the MIrador before I nearly dropped the McBaby into the sea. Then the super futuristic tram to Vingt4!
Wednesday, 6
A walk to the market and a lunch sandwich on the seafront before a beer by the port and a walk around the antiques market (I am an antique dealer myself these days, after all). Then a strange drink in O'Staff and then a wonderful meal at Vingt4 (only interrupted by the McBaby being an utter pain).
Thursday, 7
Home. Poo. New thing was the taxi that took us to the airport and "breakfast" at Paul in the airport.
Friday, 8
Looked at a house in Feltre Place. Literally, looked at it. I wouldn't go in!
Saturday, 9
A room at the nursery! Boring!
Sunday, 10
Chinese New Year so a meal in Thatcham. Desperate to find a new thing, I went into a pub opposite called Crickets and came out again.
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