An Arnotts Biscuit Day in Monte Carlo and Nice

Our ship docked in Monte Carlo among several billion dollars worth of luxury yachts.


We wandered along the harbour to the train station taking a rather convoluted route as the barricades and grandstands from last Sunday’s Grand Prix were still in the process of being removed.

We decided to catch the train along the Cote d’Azure to Nice and maybe even have a swim. The train went through a lot of tunnels but we still caught tantalizing glimpses of small beaches, sun umbrellas and lounges.

When we arrived in Nice, we strolled down to the old town with its flower markets, little shops, the opera house and outdoor restaurants. We lunched sitting outside in the sunshine, taking in the passing parade of beautiful and not so beautiful people.

After lunch we walked the short block to the beach. The water looked a sparkling blue but the beach was large pebbles without a grain of sand in sight. As we watched people gingerly hopping their way to the water, we decided that swimming was not really on our agenda.

                                        The boat harbour in Monte Carlo.

                                   The fountain in the old sector of Nice.