Cannes to Nice, via the train, in the rain

The Captain Tony Yeomans gave us a heads up that we would have heavy winds and rain for our visit to the Cote d'Asur and, sadly, he was right. We anchored at 7am and then we caught the tenderr toshore around 8AM into Cannes and disembarked into a driving rainstorm. PEggy and I donned our ponchos and looked like bubble boya tand bubble girl as the wind inflated the outfit. WE trudged to find a cab with Leslee and Linda, but stumled on a city bus that took us two blocks from 'le Gar' for a euro each.

We had pre-ordered train tickets to Nice on hte net, but Linda and Leslee bought easily at the station's kiosk and we were on our way by 830 ( an hour earlier than the train we had intended to catch). Not much to see as the rain pelted the windows of the observation deck of the train car, but we did see the waves crashing onto the beach and washing up onto the roadway that follows teh coastline.

We arrived in Nice about 910AM and, after reading Rick Steeves, opted to catch the local tram (1 eauro for 72 minutes) and got off at teh Opera house stop and walked towards the water. Nice is a very 'nice' town, with palm trees and beautiful hotels and it reminded us all of Hawaii. We found the local flower market and a small bakery kiosk before catching the tram to hte end of the line at Ponte Michel. The rain was now torrential, but we found a nice shopping mall across the road and warmed up over a Cafe Americano before venturing into a Superstore-like store where Peggy got a wine colored sweater for 20 euros.