Sometimes, flights from country to country in Europe can be just as affordable as taking a train.
When taking a train, the gradual change of scenery and time help you come to the realization that you are entering a new country, but when flying, this realization hits you strangely and suddenly. We had a challenging time switching from our (broken) Spanish to French when trying to communicate with the locals.
This was my second time visiting France, and I realized that this country truly holds a special place in my heart.
Welcome to Nice, France!
Hot, humid, lively, and beautifully designed, this city is a popular French Riviera destination in the summer.
My favorite part of Nice was its Old Town.
Its narrow alleys were made up of old buildings, colorful shutters, local merchandise, and enticing cafés.
The Mediterranean was bluer than blue,
and now I know why Nice's soft light appealed to many great artists in the past.
Castle Hill had ruins, a grand waterfall, and great views of the city.
It was here where I found the French Red Rose Alley, and I smiled at the thought of my mom and our fellow bloggers.
Stay tuned...for a stroll through beautiful Paris. :-)