In my first few days there I learned that this region is known for their espresso and I had enjoyed many but today I was craving a soy latte from home. I decided to continue walking the boardwalk until I found a coffee shop that made exactly that. The architecture I passed was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was late afternoon on a Tuesday and the boardwalk was packed with coffee drinkers. The time of day that, had I been in the states, everyone would still be at work. The locals had a sense of relaxed sophistication as they held their skinny cigarette and sipped their espresso. After some time I realized that the sun was getting close to the horizon and I needed to figure out where I was and how to get back to Monte Carlo.
Just then I saw a public park sign that indicated I had entered into the city of Nice. Wow! I walked from Monte Carlo to Nice in a days time, well, a long days time… I decided to call the search quits, pulled up a chair at the next coffee shop, ordered two shots of espresso and contemplated my journey back.