How Nice it is...

It's a rare weekend that sees Swiss Mister and Miss apart, but there was some celebrating to be done for Alessandra's upcoming wedding...and that celebrating was for ladies only, and in Nice!

Much like Vegas, what happens in Nice stays in Nice, but naturally I wanted you all to be jealous of the sun and the sea... Hmmmm...perfect water temperature! Although there was that aquatic incident when Swiss Miss's ankle got attacked by some kind of burning something (a jellyfish?), but we all lived to tell the tale. Even Alessandra, who is the only Italian I know who gets sunburned! Alesha, the ultimate beach-goer, remained unscathed throughout.


Here is a shot of us in Wayne's, a sauna, er no, million-degree bar, in which all the lads of Nice congregate (Alessandra is sporting a t-shirt signed by said lads). Note the shaky picture-taking -- very fitting.


And what was Swiss Mister up to on the homefront? Chillin', illin', and playing petanque with Paul, another temporary weekend bachelor. The boys hunted around for petanque balls for ages, but the pickings were slim: apparently there has been a massive petanque set recall because the balls were exploding! Seriously. Eventually they found some non-exploding (for now) balls, and played into the dusk. I now walk by the petanque case and fear for my life. At least the view was worth it.