Arrival in Nice did not get off to a good start. We flew EasyJet from London. Many American airlines could take lessons from these folks; newer planes, good basic service and as Cameron said, better pilots. ;) She's sure that this pilot should offer the British Airways chap lessons on how to land (I still shudder at the memory). We picked up our car without a problem but soon discovered our GPS did not know how to speak French. Although my Garmin is supposed to be loaded with complete European maps, we're beginning to doubt its accuracy. In addition, she (the voice is female) butchers the French language much worse than I ever could (& that's saying a lot) so we're never quite sure what street or where she is referring to. After taking 45 minutes to get to our hotel (in what should have been less than 10) Cameron and I were ready to strangle her - or at least perform a sex change and turn her into a man.

Nice is a place into itself - just worn enough to give it character and make it a bit more alluring. We loved walking the Promenade and the Old Town. We had a great dinner in a sidewalk cafe and gelato for dessert. We decided to take a long stroll back to the hotel and in doing so, it appears we were out a bit late. We started to notice these beautiful, and I do mean gorgeous girls standing on every street corner. When we passed the first one I assumed it was a woman waiting for her date to bring the car around. She was beautifully dressed, maybe a little sexy but not distasteful and knock-down-dead gorgeous. By the time we passed the second, the "light" (or would that be red light?) went on and I was like - OMG. Truthfully, I felt very sorry for them, wondering what had happened in their lives to make such beauty resort to something so dangerous and demeaning. While most well dressed French women wouldn't hesitate to meet your gaze, I noticed these women looked away from a mother walking with her two children. The further west we walked, the less pretty and well dressed they became until they began to be readily identifiable for their trade. And as for overly sheltered, poorly socialized homeschoolers? Let it suffice to say Caroline now knows what prostitution is. I think we'll stick completely to the east end from now on.