Where's the Sand?

Day 10-Today we traveled to Nice by train and car. Nice is a small coastal town about-and this is just a really rough guess-about five hours away from Paris on the French Riviera. It’s medium sized and basically everywhere is within a few minutes from the beach. The traveling was nothing to remark on-trains, train stations, (by the way, they allow dogs everywhere here, even on the trains, if they’re well-trained enough) car rental places, rental cars, and lots of driving and mixed up directions. We tried to go to McDonalds while in the car, but it was so mixed up in the roundabout that it took us several tries to get there. We finally got to Nice and the Hotel Brice, where we would stay for the weekend. The hotel was nice, but had some outdated, or just plain old, furniture. There was also an old fashioned room key, which Ellery took under her wing almost instantly. Ellery says, though, that: the hotel was nice! They had good candies! Lindsay says again: After that we went to the beach. Here’s the weird part. There is no sand. NONE AT ALL. NOT A SMIDGE. NONE. There are rocks instead; oh joy! Believe me, without shoes, those rocks are tough. Ellery: I called it the rock beach! It was fun! After the beach, we went to a little restaurant recommended to us by the hotel lady. They made great sorbet, but had some seating issues. First they sat us inside, when we didn’t want to. Then, once we were situated there, they moved us! GEEZ! Later on, there were fireworks that mom thought was a gun at first. What a warm welcome!