Sat night: we hit the town with our new friends from school. Dinner at our new fave place, Voglier, followed by drinks in a little 'place' in Vieux Nice.
Lots of action from the drinks around us made for an interesting night- yes we have not been out for a while. Bar fights, crazies and a toothless old homeless lady that went around to finish everyone's drinks. At least she was happy;)
Sun: We took the Pug for a spin through the mountains to the Verdun Gorge.
The roads were hair-raising to say the least- tiny roads, on the side of the mountain with little or no barrier. The mountain jutted out in to the road on both sides and we drove through tiny little tunnels and under rock overhangs.
The cyclists and motorcyclists really tempt fate, but the view at the top is worth it. An emerald strip of water found it's way out to a huge lake. It was difficult not to stop at every opportunity.
Lunch at a little restaurant on the way was amazing. A real family affair- mum maitre'd and running desserts, dad waiting on the 5 or so tables and the son working the kitchen. So very welcoming, and we were very novel- Rach's yellow polish & Trav's height.
They were out of Tarte Tatin and creme caramel but the host ran out a spare creme caramel for us once we had finished our desserts. A full day in every way.
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