A musical soundtrack to the weekend in Nice - Part 5

I have zero pictures from Sunday in Nice....after the bus mishaps, I lost the will to enjoy taking pictures.

"Sunrise" by Norah Jones

The day was started at a decent time, enjoying the sunrise over the harbor.  Such a peaceful place before everyone wakes up.  I loved the hotel....it was totally worth a few extra euros for a bay view.  I woke up looking out over the bay and enjoying the tranquility that it brings.

I had breakfast at the hotel and then headed to the bus stop, fully intending on a day in St. Paul de Vence, which is a hill town outside of Nice.  I had until 9:30pm for my flight, so I figured I could kill the day in a hill town, enjoying the wine, doing some shopping and just relaxing.  I got the bus to the center of Nice, went first to the TI to find out where bus 400 was picking up and then went exactly where they told me to go.  I thought life was looking up.

I waited about 45 minutes for a bus and a lot of them came, but none of them were mine. 

"Waitin for the bus" by ZZ Top -or- "The bus will come" Radio Music Theatre Houston (can't remember the exact show...I think Hotter than Houston)

There was a large crowd and all of us had directions from the TI to wait there.  I figured I would wait another 30 minutes to see what happened.  At that point, people started to get really frustrated.  A lady that spoke some French grabbed the next bus driver and found out for all of us that the bus was actually picking up 3 stops away and we could all get on to that stop.  I jumped on, just to be moving somewhere. 

At the next stop, I realized why it was such a mess.  An Ironman was occurring on the Promenade, which meant that traffic was snarled all over the place. 

The theme to Rocky

I proceeded to get hit on by a French man who spoke very little English (enough to ask if I had kids and did I want to have his).  At this point, I've waited 2 hours for a bus and have given up all hope.  So I wandered onto the promenade and had lunch on the beach, burned to a crisp again and read.  More redneck songs running through my head.

I ended up reading almost the entire afternoon, people watching and trying to get back to a zen stage after the bus incident.  I strolled the promenade, clapped for some runners/bikers and then caught the bus to the airport.  Airport went much better this time because I checked in appropriately!  Scored the 2nd row plane seat by the window, which made for an easy run to the train in the airport and a quick late night bike ride to the apartment. 

Successfully ticked off Nice....Budapest next weekend!