Lazy New Year's (Sun)Day (11)

As one must, we had a nice sleep-in before checking out of the hotel.

Clearly, the next concern was food.  We were lucky to come across a nice brasserie with paninis, omelettes, and a friendly waiter.  When I went up (admittedly, with Dad's money) to pay, he told me "en France, c'est les hommes!" (In France, the men pay!).

La Fontaine Brasserie, Nice

Had a wander through the nearby shopping district, which Mum particularly enjoyed, and then went non-commercial by sitting in one of the shelters on the Promenade des Anglais and writing postcards in the sun.  It was certainly a nice day to be out on the beach.

Diners at a beach-side restaurant, Nice

So well-located that they don't even need to leave home, Promenade des Anglais, Nice

As we were more or less filling in time until an evening train, we just kept wandering up the Promenade towards the Vieux Nice area.  We were lucky, as we stumbled upon the Swamp Cats, a wicked rock'n'roll band which was out busking, and had gathered quite a crowd.

The Swamp Cats busking on New Year's Day in Nice

After gelato in the old town, it was time to tram back to the hotel, and hop on the train for our 5-hour trip to Carcassonne.

Flower-shaped gelato in Old Nice!

One of Nice's trams

Or, so we thought.  We had a delay due to something ridiculous like people throwing rubbish bins onto the train lines, so got to Carcassonne much later than planned, and only hit the sack at 1.18am.  :S

Kingi, tired of all the train delays!