Travelling around Nice is pretty easy, with trains and busses that never take your ticket, you can get to Monaco, Vence, Antibes, Villefranche, St Tropez and Cannes in about half an hour.
We took our Saturday to Antibes, a small city on the coast and mostly settled on greek ruins. Looks a lot like Nice, but with a HUGE luxury boat port, and sandy beach and more public art. The Picasso museum sits nicely on the water with a view that contributed nicely to my blog profile picture. Built on a greek church or castle or office building or something, its intimidating and stunning beautiful, much like JJ walking out of the ocean. (zing.) The stuff inside wasn’t bad either, but always makes me wish I were more artistically inclined. Then I try to draw in my journal and snap out of it. A few coffees, a walk to P Diddy’s yacht and the day was going great...until. Until....
I heard the familiar riff, played at many a minor league baseball game, and became immediately happy, but no...wait, what IS that?!?!?! The worst singer on the face of the planet butchering “Sweet Home Alabama.” Why the hell they were playing that song is beyond me, why they started it over mid song, is something else all together. And people were WATCHING. People, real people, paid MONEY for this. I thought France had discriminating taste in art...nay.
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