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Nice, France

We arrive in Nice after a long but relaxed flight from JFK on a typical warm, sunny Riviera day. I had notified my friend, Jean-Pierre that we were coming and he had insisted on having his car meet us at the airport since he would be in Paris on business for another day or so. As we walked towards the baggage claim area, I noticed his huge driver, Pierre, standing head and shoulders above everyone else, looking slightly silly holding a small bouquet of flowers. He spotted me as we got closer and stepped forward offering the bouquet to you as a welcome to France. After our baggage was retrieved and loaded into the trunk of the car, I asked Pierre to take the scenic route into the city as I wanted you to see something of Nice on the way to the hotel. He took the Promenade des Anglais and drove slowly so that both of us could take in the extraordinary scenery which is so typically Mediterranean. The beach in Nice directly across the street from our hotel is horrible. It is composed of small, smooth stones and slightly larger rocks with hardly any sand at all. The hotels provide air mattresses so at least you can be comfortable lying in the sun. The Med is calm and a beautiful azure blue. We are heading for the Hotel Negresco right across the street from the "beach". The Negresco is one of the old line hotels in Nice that still looks like it did back in the 1800's and is still one of the finest in the world. The concierge welcomes us as we enter the lobby and has a bellhop show us to our suite on the top floor overlooking the Mediterranean. ...

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