Day Fifty Four

Using a French keyboard is quite challenging
all the keys are in the wrong spots and so I hope this post doesn't take five years! Bad idea, me ditching my laptop!
So the France saga continues on. This morning we started the day by going to the train station to try to figure out how to get to Italy tomorrow. Again, we had a beezy for help, and my idea of French people hasn't changed much. (and this keyboard isn't helping much either!)
After hardly any help at the train station, we went to find some food at the market down in Old Town. Can I even tell you how amazing that was? There was tons of fresh fruit, cheap flowers, crafts... it was great. Brittany and I had recently watched a clip on Nice, so we made sure to do all the things the clip had told us to... even complete with the Socca from the market. Socca is a type of chickpea crepe that is made every morning, brought to market on the back of a scooter, then cut up and served by a gypsy lady in the market. Oh, it was so good! Rick Steves tells no lies!
After the socca we were still hungry, so we searched out the best French breakfast known to man... crepes! We found some in a cafe for pretty cheap, and they were served by a nice French lady, so that made things all the better. It was maybe the best breakfast I've ever eaten!
After breakfast... which we didn't actually eat until 12, we decided we'd seen everything we wanted, and that it was time for another country. Good thing Monaco is only about 6 stops away!
We've met a lot of people so far on our little adventure, and one of our new friends the other day told us that Monaco was a must see. None of us really knew what was there, so we just went. The train ride there was lovely... well the scenery was, the crowdedness, not so much! As soon as we got off though, I knew why Monaco is such a big deal. As we walked outside, I could feel the wealth, see it, smell it, hear it, and almost taste it. As we walked down the street there were nice cars parked in front of beautiful houses for blocks and blocks. Ferraris, Bentleys, Porches, Rolls Royces, and Lamborghinis lined the streets like the scooters in Barcelona, all being attended by men in suits costing about 12 times of what my life is worth. The guys were going crazy, I was just trying not to scratch anything! haha but really, the place was out of this world. While in Monaco we went to Monte Carlo, the casino where I am pretty sure you must be wearing a Rolex to step foot inside, and then we went to the beach for a little dip. It was kind of cold, so we didn't stay long, but it was really fun to be out and listening to the waves crash. I need more ocean in my life!
When we got back from Monaco we had two things on our mind- food and soccer. We splurged on an Italian restaurant in Old Town, and I ate the best pizza of my life while watching Brazil dominate Ivory Coast. Europe makes you love soccer, even when it's not even your own country. After that we got more glacier, and then came back to the Pink Lady... who is still wearing her pink see through shirt. Gotta love it!
And I have much more but write, but sadly I can't handle this keyboard any longer. Italia is calling our names tomorrow. Au revoir France!