We are ici in NICE and it is tres jolie. Bernhardt's apartment has four balconies, and we have a wonderful peekaboo view of the sea, the ambience of Nice surrounded by palms and crazy Vespa drivers. Speaking of crazy Vespa drivers, Les decided today was the day to drive around in his motorcycle. All he needs now is a french beret and he will be the spitting image of a madman in France. Driving around the streets is the most stressful part of our vacation thus far. That, and me trying to be the translator for the French language. I am getting pretty good with my 100 French words. Les has dubbed me the tranlator from Hell, but he always dubs me something from Hell, so really, that means nothing. We have been swimming in a town close to Nice called Villefranche-sur-Mer, climbing the medieval hills in Eze, an incredible hilltop town, and we accidentally ended up in Monaco without passports, so we left quickly. We have driven on two of the three Cornishe highways which have stunning view of the Meditarranean Sea on the Grace Monaco Highway. The villas are to die for, and so is Les's driving.We are busy purging ourselves on gnocchi, brie and rose wine. And red wine. And white wine. Au revoir for now....my citron tart is waiting on la tableau....