Eze Sur Mer

So, last weekend, the plan was to go out on Friday, have a chilled weekend, do some touristy things... but, at 8pm when I was onto my third glass of wine, all lined up for a bit of a bender, I got a call asking if I could do some day work the next morning, at 7.30am in Nice... great news but it kind of put a hand break on my night, had to exercise some serious self control and only go out for a bit. Had to wake up at 5am the next morning to get the train. Was such a beautiful boat, a 38m expedition boat, pretty cool. Had to serve these tossers their breakfast, run around them like a blue-arsed fly, scrub their toilets, clean their shower with a toothpick and ear bud, got whistled at to make coffee, had a cloth thrown at me cos I left it in the bathroom, what delightful creatures... but whatever, I got 100 euros, 2 free cakes, breakfast and lunch. Sweet.

The next day was my friend's birthday so we headed to a little village called Eze Sur Mer, the most beautiful place I've ever seen, so quaint and so wonderfully French.