We woke up quite late and ate breakfast with Carl Johan and Axel outside, talking for a couple of hours afterward. Around 11.00 am we did decide to leave though, as Nice was over an hour away by train. We said goodbye to Vanessa and Axel and gave Tops a pat on the head and off we were. Carl Johan was very sweet and took us for a drive around Grasse, so we could see the little town famous for producing parfumes, without actually having to spend a lot of time there. We said our goodbyes by the train station and boarded the only train that actually departed from the station. In Nice we walked the 5 short minutes to Hostel Pastoral where we checked in and left our bags. We headed towards the old town, the walk there really charming with beautiful buildings and a lovely atmosphere.
We even saw a Cube of Truth by the group Anonymous for the Voiceless which I was so stoked about, I couldn't help smiling (in retrospect I hope they didn’t think I found their cause funny).
We spend a little time finding a place to eat - which was a bit difficult seeing as it is a Sunday -, but we eventually found the vegan cafe Caju. And I really think Caju is one of my favourite cafes ever. Not because of the food -though the burgers and smoothies were really good -, but because of the atmosphere and people. It was run by a French man and (I think) an English woman, who were so sweet. Stepping into the cafe felt more like stepping into their family. We talked to them for a little while about our plans for the future and their previous travels. And then I started talking to a young musician from the US who sat at the table beside ours and was a regular at the cafe. It really seemed like a place for open minded people and I really liked it.
After having eaten we made our way to the Marc Chagall Museum (which for some reason was free entrance today) and we walked around admiring his amazing work until closing time.
By now it was 6 o’clock and so we spend the next couple of hours walking around the old town, going into shops and walking down the beautiful promenade, at times stopping to sit and look out over the sea. Nice really was a lovely city.
At 8 pm we had found our way to the Indian restaurant Royal Kashmer, where we ate dinner before heading back to the hostel.
At the hostel we started talking to a woman from Buenos Aires and a woman from Hong Kong we were sharing the dorm with, both of whom were really nice. We talked for a while before going to bed, and I quickly fell asleep in my top bunk feeling right at home in a room full of strangers. It’s funny how when we started out on the journey I felt uncomfortable just tip-toeing to the bathroom, afraid of making a sound that would draw attention to myself. But by now the dorm rooms and sleeping in a room full of strangers had a weird familiarity to it, and I almost felt sad that this would be our last hostel on the trip. I wish I could just keep traveling for the next four months instead of a mere two weeks.
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