Nice was nice

We left Barcelona in a pouring rain heading for the French Riviera with a stop in the city of Arles on the banks of the Rhone. The guide said Vincent Van Gogh had lived here for many years and took inspiration from the town and the surrounding countryside. I am not a Van Gogh expert but I don't recall seeing dog shit, grafitti, litter and garbage in any of his paintings. Arles is without question the filthiest place I have ever seen. I know old Vince was a little on the crazy side but we can only hope that things were better in his day.
We arrived in Nice in the evening and headed for Monaco for a visit to the royal palace and the casino in Monte Carlo. That's me next to the James Bond special Astin Martin. The whole place smells of money with super yachts and private jets everywhere. Rolls and Bentleys galore.
At the Casino we wnet to the Cafe de Paris for a drink. I asked for a vodka martini, shaken but not stirred. When the waiter asked for 19 Euro I was shaken and my bowels stirred.



More fun with Americans:" Is the French Riviera on the Mesopotamian?"
" Was Princess Grace the Queen?"
" When will we see the Tower of Pizza?"