Nice, French Riviera

Our first trip, in realistic terms we were only together for a few months. France is a country with endless bicyclist, giant baguettes sicking out of their bags. His first time to eat an omelette and he loved it! Somewhat of a diction now I would say. Even the cold February months, tourist flocked to this little town along the Mediterranean. Everyday was a feast of delicious French pastry. We made our way up to the tiny medieval village of Eze. From there, we transported ourselves to the bizarre country of Monaco. Filled with the super rich, casinos and yachts bigger than any apartment we could dream of. Nice to us, is our place of our beginning, just the two of us.