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Well, getting up at 3am is not something that I would like to do every day of the week, even if I had got five hours' sleep.
The journey was relatively smooth. The N47 bus arrived on time; the train left London Bridge on time (although I noted that the next train, the 5.05am, was cancelled, so it's clearly best to allow the extra time that early in the morning) and Gatwick was relatively civilized. It struck me that, three or so hours later, a large poker contingent would be turning up for the V43 flight to Las Vegas, what with the WSOP final table kicking off soon, with James Akenhead the short stack.
I was wise enough this time to head for the Bus ticket booth at Nice airport, picking up a Touristique pass for EUR 15. Since the fare on the airport bus is EUR 4 in both directions, this makes the marginal cost of a week's travel just EUR 7.
Unfortunately I was not wise enough to do this in time to catch the 98 bus. Instead I caught the 99, which goes to the train station in Nice rather than the bus station. This made for a rather longer walk than I would have liked to get to the apartment.
However, it all got sorted out, and I found myself happily knackered and resting in a rather nice 1-bedroom apartement on Rue de Hotel des Postes. Wi-Fi is functional and, after some experimenting, I managed to work out how the three doors worked that I need to pass through to get into the flat!
It's obviously a conversion of an older, very large flat, into three one-bedroom apartments. I was idly thinking that, as a single apartment, it would be awesome. Coincidentally, a quick glance in the estate agent's nearby showed just such a flat, for EUR 714,000. Well, that shouldn't be a problem.
My guess is at this place, probably about 36 sq metres, would be something like EUR 190,000 to EUR 220,000. It has a balcony, is very central, has high ceilings, but is on a busy road (this doesn't impinge at all for me, living as I do on Lewisham Hill!). The windows block out the sound very well, but on a warm day, with the french windows open, it might get a bit loud.
I could happily spend a winter month here if I could wangle a "work from home" deal and also a decent rental rate. I doubt that a flat like this would be more than EUR 1800 for a calendar month in January or February.
I made my way to the local small store to stock up on provisions -- Bread, cheese, margarine, paté, milk and Granola chocolate biscuits (oh, and a pizza and some fresh ravioli). It may sound a bit strange, but this is exactly how I love it. Just getting away from London relieves me of 95% of the shit that weighs down my life. I guess that if I were here for a month then, gradually, that shit would start to seep back in --- I'm savvy enough to know that all I am doing is psychologically thought-boxing stuff into "that doesn't apply this week -- I'm on holiday" rather than solving the problems. But, hey, go with the flow.
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The journey was relatively smooth. The N47 bus arrived on time; the train left London Bridge on time (although I noted that the next train, the 5.05am, was cancelled, so it's clearly best to allow the extra time that early in the morning) and Gatwick was relatively civilized. It struck me that, three or so hours later, a large poker contingent would be turning up for the V43 flight to Las Vegas, what with the WSOP final table kicking off soon, with James Akenhead the short stack.
I was wise enough this time to head for the Bus ticket booth at Nice airport, picking up a Touristique pass for EUR 15. Since the fare on the airport bus is EUR 4 in both directions, this makes the marginal cost of a week's travel just EUR 7.
Unfortunately I was not wise enough to do this in time to catch the 98 bus. Instead I caught the 99, which goes to the train station in Nice rather than the bus station. This made for a rather longer walk than I would have liked to get to the apartment.
However, it all got sorted out, and I found myself happily knackered and resting in a rather nice 1-bedroom apartement on Rue de Hotel des Postes. Wi-Fi is functional and, after some experimenting, I managed to work out how the three doors worked that I need to pass through to get into the flat!
It's obviously a conversion of an older, very large flat, into three one-bedroom apartments. I was idly thinking that, as a single apartment, it would be awesome. Coincidentally, a quick glance in the estate agent's nearby showed just such a flat, for EUR 714,000. Well, that shouldn't be a problem.
My guess is at this place, probably about 36 sq metres, would be something like EUR 190,000 to EUR 220,000. It has a balcony, is very central, has high ceilings, but is on a busy road (this doesn't impinge at all for me, living as I do on Lewisham Hill!). The windows block out the sound very well, but on a warm day, with the french windows open, it might get a bit loud.
I could happily spend a winter month here if I could wangle a "work from home" deal and also a decent rental rate. I doubt that a flat like this would be more than EUR 1800 for a calendar month in January or February.
I made my way to the local small store to stock up on provisions -- Bread, cheese, margarine, paté, milk and Granola chocolate biscuits (oh, and a pizza and some fresh ravioli). It may sound a bit strange, but this is exactly how I love it. Just getting away from London relieves me of 95% of the shit that weighs down my life. I guess that if I were here for a month then, gradually, that shit would start to seep back in --- I'm savvy enough to know that all I am doing is psychologically thought-boxing stuff into "that doesn't apply this week -- I'm on holiday" rather than solving the problems. But, hey, go with the flow.
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