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.
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!
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).
Home. Poo. New thing was the taxi that took us to the airport and "breakfast" at Paul in the airport.
Looked at a house in Feltre Place. Literally, looked at it. I wouldn't go in!
A room at the nursery! Boring!
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.