Showing posts with label Monaco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monaco. Show all posts

Friday, March 19, 2010

Monaco-Menton-Ventimiglia photos



Japanese garden nestled amongst Monaco's unattractive apartment blocks



The beach at Monaco - bet they have to ship in the sand



Coast at Monaco



The old town in Menton, from the breakwater or pier or whatever it is



Statue in Menton



The wee little castle charged with defending Menton



Roquebrune-Cap-Martin, between Monaco and Menton



Latte! Rofl (not really)



Ventimiglia - looks pretty much like Menton, except shabbier, and with a river

Monday, March 15, 2010

Monaco rage

Last time I was in Monaco (my third visit) was not too bad, but today it filled me with Monaco rage. After my morning class, I took the bus there in order to walk to Menton. I had considered just starting at the France/Monaco border (the far side) but decided that would be cheating, so dutifully started at the Casino in the centre of Monte Carlo (on the grounds that I have walked around a fair bit of the preceding Monagasque coastline in the past, so didn't need to do it again). So far, it has been pretty easy to follow my path. Essentially: find the coast; walk. Today I found the coast, but kept having to leave it due to things like beaches and hotels being in the way. Luckily, there was a handy sign pointing to a 'tourist coastline walk' - perfect! Just what I needed! Yet when I got there, the entry to the 'tourist coastline walk' was blocked by one of those metal barrier thingies, with no advice on how the tourist should proceed from here. Every route I tried just led to a hotel, a private apartment block, a sign saying 'no entry', or in one case, the Monte Carlo country club (vom!) I figured that I would have to get up higher in order to proceed without treading on the valuable soil of Monaco's seafront. This involved having to double back the way I had come, in increasing frustration. Finally I found a promising lead - I will say this in Monaco's defence: they are not afraid to install lifts to take the populace up hills. Up the hill was indeed the right way to get out of Monaco, but it had taken me a full hour to get from the Casino to the Monagasque border - this is the black line on the map. To put this in perspective, the red line took me less than an hour and a half to walk. Curse you Monaco!



Anyway, apart from that it was the same old routine. I walked to Menton, as mentioned, and then spent another hour or so walking around the town taking photos. I have been before, but that was in my camera-less phase, so it was nice to get the opportunity to go back - on another nice and sunny day as well.

Talking of sunny, I was in the park yesterday before the GP and noticed I have a faint watch tan. I know tanning is shameful and naughty, but I am still quite pleased. And btw, I have found out that spring has *not* yet officially sprung, it is awaiting the equinox. In New Zealand, the seasons do what we tell them to do and start punctually on the first of the month, but not here. At the end of the month, our clocks go forward as well, so I think we might have a short time of 11 hours' difference NZ-France and then you'll go back and it will only be 10, yes? I can't be bothered working out whether that's better or worse as far as I'm concerned, but anyway. Photos will follow.

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Eze, Beaulieu-Monaco photos

Photos from my latest foray, from Eze village to the sea, back to Beaulieu then along the coast to Monaco Ville. Full & fascinating rundown in the next post below!



Old stone houses in Eze village



The 'golden goat' looks over the sea at Eze



Giraffes roam the ramparts at Eze



Looking up at Eze village from sea level



The view of Eze sur Mer from halfway down the mountain



The sea from the Allée Friedrich Nietzsche between Eze and Eze-sur-Mer



Tunnel through the rock between Eze-sur-Mer and Beaulieu - also known as the land of wind and (no) fire



I don't know who lives here, but they must be rich...



The coast at (I think) Cap d'Ail aka Cape Garlic! How French!



Looking over Monaco from the Rock



I think this is Monaco - it's the opposite side from Monte Carlo though so it could maybe be France (Cap d'Ail)



19th Century cathedral in Monaco Ville



Cathedral interior - very gloomy stony sort of a place



A Mary doll in a 17th C chapel in Monaco Ville. This thing is just begging to star in a horror movie - the whole chapel was creep city!



An early Grimaldi who apparently dressed up as a monk in order to gain access to the citadel and, presumably, slaughter its inhabitants



Inside the creepy chapel, Monaco Ville



Princess Grace's grave in Monaco cathedral. Bah, no matter how much thought I try to put into the order of photos they always end up jumbled, stupid Blogger

Monaco ahoy!

Goal #1 of walking achieved - I have now walked the whole way around the coast from Nice to Monaco, plus a little detour down Cap Ferrat and from Eze village to the sea (more on that today). As far as I can tell, the official distance between Nice and Monaco is about 22 km, but I'm pretty sure that would be on the motorway, not via the coastal road, and so what with that and side-trips and backtracks and so on, I'm reasonably sure I covered more than 22 kms, but anyway, point being I set a goal and did it and it was fun and so so pretty! And here is the updated route map:



Yesterday I took the bus - what was meant to be a 1 hour trip took 2 hours because the first bus just didn't come and so I missed the connection for the once-an-hour second bus - to Eze village, another village perché. It was pretty much like the others I've been to - pretty, carved out of the rock in seemingly one fell swoop, entirely given over to tourist activities. There are still not many tourists about, but I'm getting the sense that the trickle will soon be turning into a deluge :( So good thing I'm doing these things now, at least when the weather permits, which despite the uniform sunniness of the photos on here, has not been often of late.

After about half an hour wandering around the streets of the old town, I found the path - Allée Friedrich Nietzsche - to take me down to the sea. Nietzsche apparently spent some time here philosophising, which makes me laugh - a less likely place to explore nihilism would be hard to imagine! Perhaps he was driven to despair by the path which bears his name, because it's hard going. The posted time for the descent is 45 minutes, which is exactly how long it took me. The village, according to its website, is 429m above sea level, so you're descending 100m every 10 minutes or so - I don't really have anything to compare that to, but instinct and the fact that I did it yesterday tells me that's steep. Add in the deplorable rocky, treacherous condition of the path and you'll probably end up like me, with legs that wouldn't stop shaking every time I stopped to take a photo, despite the walk itself not being at all strenuous. I was a little bit disappointed in the views - mostly empty sea and hills, the good views were on the other side, the way the bus came up.

Once I reached the bottom and the town of Eze-sur-Mer (nothing to it as far as I can see) I walked back in the direction of Nice in order to reach Beaulieu and thus connect the dots back to where I reached on my last walk. This was another 45 minutes, and included going through a section where there was a tunnel cut into the rock and then the road was just a narrow strip between the cliff face and the sea. This was incredibly windy - I had to turn off the podcast because I couldn't hear anything over the wind, my hair was flying everywhere and I had liquid streaming out of the major orifices on my face. This didn't stop a passing biker from using what apparently was a built-in wolf whistle on his bike!! Another one waved at me - wind-swept, snotty and crying, while wearing shorts and shoes and socks must be a good look for me.

From Beaulieu I took the bus back to Eze-sur-Mer and then started walking towards Monaco. I hadn't really intended to go the whole way, but I just kept going - can't remember how long this bit took, perhaps an hour and a half. I came in on the Monaco Ville side, also known as 'the Rock' i.e. the old town where the prince etc. hang out. I've only really been to Monte Carlo before, so thought I'd take advantage of this and went up the rock to check out the palace etc. I assumed you couldn't go in, but apparently you can tour it - I didn't. I did go in the cathedral where the Grimaldis and Princess Grace are buried, and a creepy old 17th century chapel. By this time, it was about 4 o'clock, I'd been walking around practically non-stop since 11 am and had been out of the house since 9, so decided to call it a day and head back to Nice. Good day :)

Next up I will walk from Monaco to Menton, the last major French town before the Italian border. Hopefully I can walk all the way to Italy, but I'm not sure any buses go past Menton, so may have to do some investigations cos I don't want to get stuck! I wish the weather was nice, I have tomorrow off as well, but no dice at the moment :( Oh well, my calves are aching this morning so maybe that's for the best!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Sorry!

Sorry to myself and the two other people who maybe read this, I have been very slack. During a period where I actually did a thing or two as well! Since I saw you last, we have entered a new decade - scary thought! I thought I was going to have a pretty lame night, but it wasn't half bad, actually. Low expectations are always the key with NYE, I've found. Mum & Dad & I had dinner in the one place we could find that was open - they may as well not have bothered as we were the only ones in the dining room most of the evening! Then we headed off to the pub in Bolton-le-Sands (I love that name, by the way) where I was pleased to meet up with a bunch of girls and guys who I'd met on Christmas Eve. They were all super friendly and nice - I wouldn't want to live there, but it is cool the way everyone knows everyone and yet they were still all interested in and welcoming to 'exotic strangers'.

The rest of our time in England was pretty much spent shopping. Goodbye most of my tax refund money, but hello some gorgeous boots, two cardigans, a jumper, books, a slinky top, a jacket... I think that's all. I also brought back a ton of chocolate, some cheddar cheese, cider and bacon mmmmm. Luckily my parents were there on the flight back to absorb some of the extra weight - Dad was not impressed that my suitcase alone was heavier than the one they were sharing between the three of them. Oops! But I've been enjoying bacony cheddary goodness while reading books and thinking about chocolate in some lovely boots ever since. Or some other combination of the above that actually makes sense.

It was really cool having the family here in Nice, it made me feel all proprietorial about the place. I loved being able to show off my French & take them around places. The hire car was traumatic - so glad I don't have to drive here!! Highlight was accidentally driving on the tram tracks... We did have GPS but it was a bit skittish and I wasn't much use because I'm not all that used to taking one way streets and pedestrian only areas (and tram tracks) into consideration when making my way around the place. Mum refused to get in it again until they went back to the airport, so apart from a trip to Avignon with me & Dad, it stayed up at my place most of the time. At least our carpark finally got some use!

I showed Mum & Dad 'my park' and the archaelogical museum/Roman ruins, which I think Dad really enjoyed. Then the next day we all went (including Paul) to Monaco - pretty much just got there, walked into the centre, snapped a few photos and left! It's true though, Monaco is not the most exciting place in the world, especially on an overcast day. It is nice to say you've been though. I think it was the day after that that Dad & I went to Avignon - Mum refused for the abovementioned reasons and Paul was sick. It was about a 2 1/2 hour drive, untraumatic once away from the city streets but man, the tolls are expensive and frequent! Dad & I prided ourselves on our slick toll operation by the end of the trip, we must have been through 3 or 4 tolls each way, and since some of them you had to take a ticket and then pay later that adds up to about 12 toll stops!

Avignon was pretty cool - we were lucky to have a crisp, sunny day although it was definitely colder than Nice, especially when we went up on a tower at the Pope's palace - freeeeezing. Dad said he felt colder than at any other point in the trip i.e. worse than the freezing winds and snow up by Hadrian's Wall, for example. The Palace of the Popes was pretty huge, mostly empty apart from whatever objects and explanations they'd stuck in it. It was interesting to get a bit of an idea of the history of the place, I'd vaguely known about it but not the specifics of why the Popes came there and how there came to be rival Popes etc. etc. (Summary: it's complicated but they left Rome because it was dangerous and later wound up with two Popes because the whole shebang was just about politics and who you knew etc.) Then we went to the bridge, where you better believe I danced! I made Dad take photos of a variety of styles - the monkey, the Pulp Fiction, the twist etc. etc. I could have probably gone on all day but alas Dad cut the photo session short after about the 6th move. We also made a brief foray into the town centre and had some delicious and massive américains (half-baguettes filled with meat - chicken in our case - and a bag of chips) oh how I have missed you! So good! Then it was time for the trip back.

Another highlight was dinner at Le Tire Bouchon, a restaurant in Old Town, which was absolutely declious - so good we went twice. I had artichoke and bean soup, sea bass & one night I had creme brulee and one night chocolate fondant. I thought I had better bite the bullet and try creme brulee once in my life - I've always thought about it but passed it up for something I *knew* I'd like, so being in France and all, this was a good opportunity. Anyway, it was okay, but once was probably enough. Glad I finally tried it though!

Possibly we did something else that I can't remember, I feel like I'm missing a day, but maybe not - they were only here from Sunday evening until Friday and I did have to go to work during that time, although I had a bit of extra time cos I took a couple of classes off. Anyway, they're long gone now - Mum & Dad & Jess (who is back from central America) met up in London & are now presumably just about back to New Zealand, and Paul who went to London as well is now off to Spain. I really have no idea when I'll see my family again :(

Since then I've just been back into the routine. I've picked up a couple of private lessons - had one one-on-one conversation class on Friday which seemed to go okay, and me & the other assistant are starting to teach a whole class focusing on (gulp!) explaining the grammar etc. behind the answers on the multi-choice exams they'll eventually be sitting for pilot school. So that's something to keep me out of mischief and put a bit of extra money in my pocket, which is always appreciated. Time is just flying by, I really can't believe that the next holidays are 2 1/2 weeks away - craaaazy! I will be going away up to Paris and Tours most likely, which should be fun although draining on the old finances. Hopefully I might be able to catch up with an old friend from Prague, Carolyn, who now lives in Madrid.

Anyway that is all, will try to put some more photos up some time when I stop being so lazy!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Monaco photos

Sadly, as I said, camera is caput, so this will probably be the last of the photos for a little bit. Happily, a thought occurred to me the other day - I have insurance! For once in my life, basically because my landlady, the redoubtable and garrulous Mme C., MADE us, I have insurance. So, smiley face, I don't have to suck it up when misfortune strikes, I can (maybe maybe maybe) do something about it! Of course, this means navigating the uncertain shoals of French customer service, a harrowing experience at the best of times, even worse if done on the phone. I'm hoping in the holidays (yes, ALREADY) to go in to the office where they sold us the insurance and get them to help me. I bet you anything that they will refuse and tell me to call the claims number, but maybe if I look sufficiently pitiful they might take pity on me. Worth a shot, anyway. I'm hoping that they will pay for repairs/replacement up front because I don't really have the money to wait for reimbursement, but we'll see, anything would be gratefully received. Must have a camera! Discovered camera was broken when I walked past a shop here in Nice called "Moustaches" (gentlemen's outfitters) - how many more ridiculous shops must go unphotographed? The anguish!



Ads for superyacht insurance! Tres Monagasque, non?



View of the sea



The Rock



F1 tunnel



The excitement of an F1 corner! Revel in it! REVEL [shakes fist]



The gardens behind (in front of?) the casino



Cool fountain in the casino gardens



Fountain again



The casino, I think. Or possibly an opera house? But I think the casino.