Au revoir Nice, though I almost stayed, because I nearly didn't find my way out of town
The day began with a visit to the flower market, where one's senses are assailed simultaneously be the subtle fragrance and the riotous colors. The prices were so reasonable I wanted to buy several bouquets but I was afraid they'd wilt in the car. I'd planned to take the tram back to the hotel but they aren't running today due to a demonstration for or against something or other. I left my bag at the hotel and went to the train station to get the car.
The very friendly agent offered me an upgrade to a medium size automatic car for a " small"
additional fee. I said a small manual car was fine. After finishing the paperwork she said she didn't have any manual cars, so she's giving me an SUV type automatic. That must have been the car she tried to sell me an upgrade to. I finally figured out the basics of the car. There are lots of bells and whistles, all digital and in technical language vaguely reminiscent of French.
The next challenge was getting out of the parking lot from the 6th floor down a circular ramp about 50 cm wider than the car. After about 30 minutes ( or so it seemed ) I let out a great sigh of relief on seeing a straight street ahead. Then it was relatively easy to follow the map and make my way about 2-3 kms to the hotel zigzagging the one way streets. (the hotel was a 4 minute walk from the station)
I picked up my stuff and drove away from the center for a long way to find somewhere to pull over and figure out the car's GPS. I entered Vence and away I went. . . Only to end up 20 minutes later back on the road to Nice.