Today we rode the train into Italy to have a little peak at the Italian Riviera. It looks pretty much the same as the French Riviera except the people are louder and more curious, and the dogs are bigger.
I have been skimming by on my high school French, but I am completely out when it comes to Italian and one might think that they would pick up some French - but you have to now imagine my bad caveman French being interpreted by an Italian. It is a wonder we got anything accomplished.
Granny bought a groovy pair of shoes and a shirt that had the Eiffel tower on it - I know, weird - even the Italians are selling the tower. We had lunch and presto bam-o, all the stores closed to take their own lunch for about four hours and it started to rain. We took that as a sign to return to the Cote-a-zur (French Riviera), Nice and hopped on the train like we knew what we doing.
The Dean will be here in a few weeks so I have left him a message to pick up at our hotel - we shall see if he does.
Tomorrow we bid farewell to the Mediterranean, really and truly lovely, and head up to Lyon - France's culinary capital! Although all Granny seems to survive on is ice crème, good thing they have an abundant supply.
Grannymeister says she likes Nice better than Paris, and while the water is deliciously beautiful - I still prefer the nation's capital.
More pictures on Facebook coming your way.
That's all for the Saturday edition of the Tour de France.
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