We continued on toward
the lighthouse but were saddened to find that
access to the final span that led to it
was forbidden to anyone who could read the sign
saying so, which apparently didn't apply to many
of the people around, who had gone all the way
down to the end in blatant disregard of whatever
authority had placed the sign there.
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There was a pretty nice view back along the wall
towards the godforsaken hill and the huge memorial
gouged into its side. There were also a lot of
guys who had climbed down onto the rocks to fish
and/or sun themselves. Unfortunately, there were
no hot babes sunning themselves as well, so we
decided to turn back without further delay.
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Of course, we couldn't just head back without
making sure that bastard Jay-Z wasn't up to
something dire. I utilized my camera's zoom to
inspect his yacht for suspicious details but,
knowing nothing about boats, turned up empty.
It spooked us just being that close, though, so
after taking one last photo we made sure to
hightail it out of there, shouting our own
obscenities over our own shoulders.
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It was getting on in
the afternoon, so we used our finely honed
navigational skills to locate a post office
in a small matter of hours so that we could
mail postcards to the undeserving folks at
home. Then it was time to find some dinner.
Just inland from the Promenade along the
waterfront is a square called Cours Saleya. During
the day, it's filled with an open-air flower
market, countless flowers covering the stands set up
in the middle of a courtyard that stretches for
five or six blocks. But at night, the flowers are
replaced by extra seating, covered by tents and
huge umbrellas, for all of the restaurants that
line the sides of the Cours.
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We chose a nice little
restaurant at which we discovered the wonders of
a lovely french beer called Kronenbourg. And by
"discovered," I mean "drank heavily of." For some
reason, the Kronenbourg came in steins labeled
"Warsteiner," which is another beer altogether.
This confusion was likely due to the fact that
I've just gotten drunk and mixed up the pictures.
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