..is what we kept saying all day. Nice is a very beautiful little resort town and there are still pockets of less touristy areas in existence. We spent our day at the beach lounging on the pebbles, as this beach was without any sand whatsoever except for the volleyball court, which I am sure was comprised of sand from somewhere far, far away. The pebbles were extremely painful to walk on and I wanted to cry with each step. Standing in the water and allowing the waves to splash around you, as one would at a normal beach, is like being attacked by the ocean because the water moves rocks around, which then hit you from all angles. We spent some time drawing on rocks after a while because we were afraid to go back into the ocean after all the pain that was endured. So yes, Katlyn, I did take some rocks.
Anyway, more to come later. I must repack once again, as we will be on the move in the morning to Provence.
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