Night out in Nice

Having taken Alix and Mathilde to the airport in the evening, it was quite soon time to hop on the train and make my way down to Nice, where I was meeting up with Youcef and Ismael and the “Irish gang” Sometimes I suspect Ismael knows half of Ireland, or at least half of the Irish who live on the Riviera. I suppose having an Irish girlfriend helps…

We met up near the Vieux Port, at a nice little restaurant/bar called Café Borghese, where we had dinner and a few beers. I really had a great time, the international atmosphere reminded me a bit of the “good old days” in the UK. Apart from the Irish, our group included a Swede, a Dutchman, a couple of French and a couple of Moroccans. And two Finns of course – Pete was also able to join us.

Having finished our “rather long aperitif” and dinner, we made our way towards the old town, and ended up in a real Nicois institutions – Wayne’s. Not an institution in the traditional sense – I suppose you could say it’s an institution for students and ex-pats and drunkard. So I suppose I fit right in (I’ll let you, dear reader, decide which category I fall into).

A couple of drinks later, me and Pete, acting our age for a change, took a taxi back “into the sticks”. Whereas the youngsters carried on partying until 5 in the morning. Oh, those were the days, eh? Actually, the night out turned out to be a bit of a leaving-do for Pete, who’s relocating with his family to Singapore at the end of August…