(Or, "How to get completely fucking lost on your motorcycle in the French Riviera.")
Well, the Musée Matisse is evidently closed on Tuesdays - I should know to check these things, as I had the same goddamn thing happen on a Tuesday a couple visits ago to Paris with the Monet Museum. Apparently some lessons need to be learned twice. Long story short, that will be tomorrow's adventure.
As such, I decided to venture northeast along the coast through Monaco, to Menton, and then across the border to Ventimiglia, Italy, before heading inland and returning home by a different route. Three of those things happened... I skipped Italy because, honestly, I got bored as hell by the time I hit Menton and couldn't imagine there'd be a significant difference with a border crossing.
Monte Carlo was excellent for two reasons: I got to see the marina where the 0.0000001% dock their megayachts, and I got to ride down a stretch of the Monte Carlo Grand Prix track on (what the hell? where am I?) John F. Kennedy Boulevard. Also, the local gendarmes were very courteous and had a good sense of humor when I was attempting some mild-mannered fuckery to correct a missed turn, which brings me to my next point:
It is extremely easy to get lost in the French Riviera.
I managed to get lost as FUCK on my way back from Menton, as I wasn't exactly sure where to turn off the A8 to get back to Villefranche, so I made an entertaining detour all the way through Nice to get back. It wasn't all bad, but I was more than a little frustrated and pretty exhausted when I finally got back here.
Anyway. The Mother is pestering the shit out of me because she's bored, so off to dinner and more than one cocktail. Stay weird.
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