What with Britain turning into the Antarctic, we wondered if we would even get off the ground to fly to Nice. Heathrow car park was thick white and there were queues of people attempting re-book after their flights were cancelled.
But we did fly off and only 40 minutes delay.
Nice bay
... long fresh walks by the sea
Antique hunting (my suitcase just not big enough)
Christmas Fair - mulled wine, roast chestnuts...
...Sign of the times, Father Christmas in a hurry..
(so fast that how the little children are meant to catch him I just don't know.. AND where are all the gifts?! I think he had over-slept)
time out to stand sit and stare
... and a spot of romance (OK, so we ate it)
... perhaps we should have stayed in 'Hotel Darcy'
... these were all the rage but I prefer the real thing...
Not to be missed with its 9 different gardens. A master piece.
... who needs supermarket orange juice here?
... dinner for two in the restaurant...
...actually no, we had chocolate cake there and then walked to Ville France for pizza.
... delays homeward bound at Nice airport meant we watched the fish in the tank there a lot...
But once home we reminisced over a wonderful few days away.
The senior Havens organised a wonderful creche for the feline boys...
"...bovvered you went away...? do we look bovvered...!"
