Nice is a popular destination for honeymooners. The views are gorgeous, the beach is alluring, the food is delicious and the shopping is so very French. So it’s not surprising that a few of the people we have met along the way mentioned that they were stopping in Nice as part of their honeymoon. We met a fantastic young newlywed couple from Canada living across the hall from us in our airbnb apartment. It was wonderful to speak English and we enjoyed gushing about various wedding/love stories.
After working a full day BrianÂ joined me for a walk through the city of Nice. We are staying right in the heart of the old city, which means we are surrounded by super cute restaurants and quaint shops. It’s a little touristy but not nearly as overrun as the port. We meandered towards the Promenade des Anglais, strolling past large yachts and expensive hotels. The road was blocked off to car traffic and it looked as though people were setting up stages. In fact, we had stumbled upon an annual street festival in honor of France’s independence day. As we admired the stunning view, jazz music started echoing from the stages as the first bands took up their instruments.
Our road trip on our last day in Bordeaux seemed to never start. We returned the scooter and walked the rest of the way to the train station to pick up our car. After arriving we realized our folly – no passport! So off we headed back to our apartment. We tried to grab a bus instead of hiking the 2 kilometers back but we got on the wrong one. Luckily, Google maps didn’t lead us astray and we made it back to the apartment relatively quickly. On the way I distracted us with the story of Eleanor of Aquitaine’s life. It was her marriage to Henry (later king of England) that brought Bordeaux wine to the fame it now enjoys. Walking the distance back to the train station I marveled at how far we have come in the first year of our marriage. Neither of us complained about the walk, no blame was placed on the forgotten passport, instead we just held hands and enjoyed our time together.
We weren’t expecting fireworks or any other sort of celebration of American Independence Day. So rather than plan the day around a BBQ or baseball game we rented a scooter and bumped along back county roads outside of Bordeaux, France. Miles and miles of vineyards passed us, the view occasionally obstructed by enormous chateaus and estate houses. Despite leaving Bordeaux with sunny skies and the promise of a nice day the weather started turning. As the dark – almost black – clouds rolled in, we scooted along searching for shelter. I’m not sure who saw it first but the 40 foot silver rooster perched on a small hill to our right seemed to call to us. Cock-a-doodle-doo he said, come in out of the rain and drink my wine.