The French culture is very different from ours in many ways: they don't eat low fat because they love fat - that's where the flavor is, they don't eat low carb or avoid sugar - they love bread and pastry, and the older generation folks don't go for the whole "be careful in the sun" business either, they love to be dark brown tan.
Several people told me that the beaches in France are "pebbly". Well, they are not pebbly, they are rocky. Imagine softball sized rocks. That's what the beach is made of, not an bit of sand anywhere. Oh wait, I take that back, there was some sand in one area that was controlled by a hotel and cost a lot to use.
My hotel (not pictured) was once a grand fancy place that had seen better days. It was weary and badly in need of redecoration but it was clean and my room was a good size. It was located in a more residential area that wasn't particularly interesting or clean but it was close to the main street that lead to the old town. The boardwalk and old town are the nice parts of Nice. (Come on, you knew I was going to try to fit that in at one point). This area is teaming with tourists, bad cafes and pickpockets but if you keep your wits about you and just enjoy the view it is highly enjoyable.
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