As the Friday drew to a close we began to descend from the heights, many more winding roads, getting held up behind a tanker for an eon, traffic had slowed, over taking opportunities became more limited...the weather closed in, the rain got more persistent...indeed the roads were awash, as non locals and sitting on the wrong side of the car we were unfortunately caught out by much lesser cars.......firstly a Mercedes SLK driven by a German, who picked us off one by one and the final humiliation when James became victim of the dreaded Yellow Renault van sporting all of 60bhp ....pulled out and left him for dead.......
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Finally Nice was in our sights, as we got nearer, the main group went on, I very smartly took the sign that said NICE and made my way sedately into town.....they went on a wild goose chase....SATNAVs don't ya love 'em.....
...... Nice is a mess...access to the main Promenade Anglais is virtually limited to 3 points along its 3 miles which meant we were delayed getting into town from the dizzy heights where we stayed.
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