Beaches. And nothing else.

Last weekend a few of us went to Nice, France to hang out at the beach and have a legitimate vacation. We also took a nice little trip to Monte Carlo to check out the casino and cards and to pretend like we actually had money. Being a legitimate vacation, I have no elaborate narrative for this trip. We didn't go to see museums, we didn't go to explore a city's history, and we didn't go to further our education in any way whatsoever. We went to lay on beaches. And succeeded. So instead of reading through my delightfully witty anecdotes, sit back, relax and enjoy the pictures.

Though I would suggest listening to this while viewing:




Alternatively, you can just loop this actual video I took of the beach in Nice, though it's significantly shorter and having just uploaded it I realize that there's really no way to tell it's actually from Nice and not any random beach anywhere. Just trust me on this, it seemed like a good idea at the time:




Now then.

First views of the Mediterranean from the plane. Very promising.

And this is where we spent most of our time. Gorgeous.

Linnea and I lounging

Beach babes. Nancy is a babe too, just snoozing

Dinner. That was a freaking mussel genocide, they didn't stand a chance

Beach at night

And now for a quick trip to Monte Carlo!

Landscape

Attention Tourists: Please Wear Some Goddamned Clothes. Thank You - Monte Carlo

The harbor. These weren't even the biggest yachts

Monte Carlo had a lot of sweet cars as you can imagine. This is only the first

The world famous Monte Carlo Casino. I'm sure 007 is in there right now at the Baccarat tables, but no way they would let us in

Nancy and Mariella in front of the Monte Carlo. Nancy is pulling a classic Nancy here

A closer view of the awesome convex mirror in front of the casino

Monte Carlo coastline

View of the harbor

Another shot of the coastline from the harbor

Mariella, Linnea, Nancy and myself

Awesome Audi

Linnea's Smurf and bubble gum flavored ice cream cone. Contrary to popular belief, Linnea is, in fact, six years old


Ok, too much walking. Let's go back to Nice and just lay on the beach all day.


Nancy practicing for her Sports Illustrated debut. Or trying to cross the rocky beach without wrecking her feet, I can never remember

With no LEGOs available, I was forced to use rocks. With no table available, I was forced to use Linnea.

One last shot of the beach

Ok one more