Kanga And Wombats Adventures

We farewelled Ireland with a final Guiness at the airport. It was 9.30am, but looking around, it seemed the right thing to do! We weren’t alone!

The flight to Nice took only 2 hours and we were treated to some amazing scenes of the French Alps along the way.

Then hey presto, we’re on the French Riviera!

The colours were so bright! The women were so gorgeous!

Our hotel was just so typically French. Run down and shabby chic on the outside, but our room was fine. The hotel had the bonus of a waterfront terrace with a not so shabby view!

We had a few hours to wait before Katie and Chris arrived. The tension and nervous excitement was excruciating. We liaised with Chris most of the afternoon, so knew when they had landed and were on their way walking from the tram to their accommodation. Our plan was to ambush them outside their hotel in Place Messina, in front of a huge fountain.

It worked a treat!

 

There were hugs and tears, tears and hugs, lots of kissing and more tears and hugs! Yes, the past month We had the most wonderful 44 hours with K & C. Saturday was spent at a swanky beach lounge with cocktails, yummy food, lots of sun and swimming.

Water sports aplenty (watching, not doing)!

A birthday dinner, with candles, sans cake.

 

On Sunday we walked up to the lookout on the headland, which on one side, looked over the beach and old town area.

On the other side was the port, and we watched transfixed as the Corsica ferry arrived, backed in, then snuggly docked as if it were a car reverse parking! Please note the luxury cruiser in the foreground with its own helicopter!

After lunch in the old town, K&C went for another swim and we relaxed on the terrace until it was time for them to go.

It had been a whirlwind weekend and we’d loved every minute.

As John and I walked along the Promenade Des Anglais, the mood was sombre as it was the anniversary of the terrorist attacks. We signed the condolence book near the memorial.

There is also a commemorative monument to the attack made up of huge iron pillars, randomly stacked, but meeting together at the pinnacle. At 10.30pm the thousands of people walking along the promenade all stopped and there was silence.

86 beams of light, one for each victim of the terrorist attack, were turned on, and as with the iron pillars, they all converged in the sky. There was a minutes silence, then life went on.