The Beach rocks, pun intended.

Spent the weekend in Nice, close to the Italian border. The weather was amazing, the rocks are not. As you can see, the beach is composed of fist sized rocks and assorted pebbles that make laying out difficult.

We arrived Friday, "We" being Veronica, Dan and myself, around 4 in the afternoon. The sun does not set until around 10 pm here so we got plenty of beach time Friday. Saturday was even better. The temperature was in the low 80's and there was a strong breeze. The water temperature was strange. It felt nice most of the time, but every once in a while you would catch a very cold current in the water and then a warm one. Not that kind of warm current. I'm used to water being the same temperature throughout. But overall the beach was great. We were out there for a good 6 hours and ended up with only very light sunburn if any. The sunscreen here is expensive but obviously effective; and very pleasant as well. It didn't make you smell/feel funny like I'm used to.

Food:
Friday night we went to the Restaurant D'Angleterre. For 16 Euros we got an appetizer course, main and side dishes and dessert. I got chilled grapefruit followed by a course of steamed potatoes and a preserved leg of duck (which I enjoyed more than turkey). As a side note I was always told that the portions in Europe are expensive and small, none of us could eat all of the food they gave us. It was plenty.

Dessert warrants it's own section:
A bowl, 5 inches in diameter, of the most decadent chocolate mousse. I have never tasted anything that was so heavy, sweet, rich, and at the same time light and fluffy in my life. I'm somewhat depressed that I have reached the pinnacle of my desert tasting life at the young age of 21. It was that good.

Saturday night we decided to utilize that hostel's kitchen and make some good, old-fashioned American grilled cheese, along with strawberries, apple and grapefruit, with Nutella for dipping. A bottle of Rose wine also. It was nice to cook something, we don't have access to any kind of kitchen in the Lyon dorm. We don't even have microwaves in our rooms.

Maybe I will go to the atlantic next weekend