I am so looking forward to getting to know Nice really well, cheese really well, wine really well.
Also looking forward to coffee on the Champs-Elysée. I've always had this pleasant, little vision of myself in a tall, metal chair, sipping espresso and watching people shopping for Christmas in the snow. I doubt anyone will be sporting bedecked packages and it likely won't be snowing but the rest will be there. And I am way too excited about it. I think the rest of the trip is just gravy. Cheesy, wine-soaked gravy.
Seems this is roughly what we have to look forward to next week:
Key phrase for the trip:
"Monsieur? Parlez bentement, s'il vous plâit. Je suis stupid Américain et je ne comprends pas ce que vous dites trop rapidement."
"Sir? Speak slowly, please. I am a stupid American and I don't understand that which you say so rapidly."
I'm finally getting excited. :D