Apple Strudel and me

Monday 2nd July

I have a confession to make. Today I had apple strudel for breakfast. I just couldn’t help it… In my defense, here are the mitigating factors:
1) My plane left Istanbul at 3:35 am this morning. This meant a midnight ride to the airport and several of the wee smalls sitting around at the airport.
2) I was in transit- I still had 5 hours before arriving in Nice
3) It was there! After two weeks of Greek and Turkish breakfasts (tomato, cucumber, bread, watermelon, olives, a boiled egg and bad Nescafe) I was craving a bit of variety in my diet!
So. Overall, today was a bit of a blur. The plane between Istanbul and my stopover (Cologne) was mercifully under booked so I had a whole row to myself. Even so, it was still pretty hard to get comfy. Mum, Roger and their kind friends Mairelle and Jimmy met me at the airport and took me back to the hotel for a much needed sleep.

After a snooze, we went for a great trip on a little tourist train.. saw some of the highlights of the central part of Nice and heard a bit of the history. Nice is very pretty and it was lovely to see the Mediterranean but it’s also quite touristy and quite pricey. It’s the gateway to lots of very exclusive parts of the Mediterranean and you know you’re in good company when you see Donald Trump’s aeroplane on the tarmac.

It was great to catch up with Mum and Roger and hear about their trip. They have really enjoyed their time in both Paris and Avignon.