Lauterbrunnen - Lake Como - Nice
A stunning trip through Switzerland, and through the Italian and French Riviera bringing us to Nice.
In Nice we experienced our first taste of mass white pointers, or topless sun bathing. Mothers quite literally hanging out... With their kids. We copped an eyeful quite often!
Our days were filled with heading to the market, and to the beach. There is a great path down the length of the beach so we hired a bike and a long board and towed eachother up and down the beach front.
We had some great room mates while in Nice and some great cocktails with a cute Swedish couple.
Our highlight of Nice was definitely the weird busker. Nice had so many talented buskers; musicians, actors, dancers and every hybrid you can imagine. However, one afternoon we were enjoying lunch after a few hours on the beach and a boy, maybe 17 or so, awkwardly drags a wooden pallet along the street and sets it up near the restaurant we were at. He stands on his 'podium', and freeze frames with one arm raised.
Bearing in mind it's about 2pm and it was a scorcher of a day, he got really hot, and after 10 mins and no donations he decided it was time for a ciggie.
His nicotine habit dealt with, he clambered back on his stage and did a few movements we can only guess was meant to be robot-esque. After another 10 mins, with random intervals where he puts his hands on his hips, looks around and then re-positions himself, he makes a move to somewhere else where is more opportune... dragging his darn pallet behind him...
A stunning trip through Switzerland, and through the Italian and French Riviera bringing us to Nice.
In Nice we experienced our first taste of mass white pointers, or topless sun bathing. Mothers quite literally hanging out... With their kids. We copped an eyeful quite often!
Our days were filled with heading to the market, and to the beach. There is a great path down the length of the beach so we hired a bike and a long board and towed eachother up and down the beach front.
We had some great room mates while in Nice and some great cocktails with a cute Swedish couple.
Our highlight of Nice was definitely the weird busker. Nice had so many talented buskers; musicians, actors, dancers and every hybrid you can imagine. However, one afternoon we were enjoying lunch after a few hours on the beach and a boy, maybe 17 or so, awkwardly drags a wooden pallet along the street and sets it up near the restaurant we were at. He stands on his 'podium', and freeze frames with one arm raised.
Bearing in mind it's about 2pm and it was a scorcher of a day, he got really hot, and after 10 mins and no donations he decided it was time for a ciggie.
His nicotine habit dealt with, he clambered back on his stage and did a few movements we can only guess was meant to be robot-esque. After another 10 mins, with random intervals where he puts his hands on his hips, looks around and then re-positions himself, he makes a move to somewhere else where is more opportune... dragging his darn pallet behind him...
Xx Jaz
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