Nice= NOICE

Well didn't do Monaco as expected, but I think I got enough Riviera cliches to put in my pocket for one trip. Pastel hotels, dudes in speedos, fat English tourists? Check, check, and check.

I did get to become fantastically snobby as I perused THREE museums and tutted at installations by Nicoise nouveau- reelistes. SO CONTRIVED. TOO SELF CONSCIOUS. I'M BETTER AT INSTALLATIONS OF ARMS ON A CONVEYOR BELT. uhh, yeah. i do know, however, that there are kids who will be interested that they had a Warhol. of a dollar sign. called dollar sign. it was about, nevermind.

and if my franciscan karma don't come to bite me in the ass. but who found a monastery on the french riviera? this kid right here. there was a museum connected to the church (where i had bored people with tales of stigmatas, JESUS, and other such things). so the other kids ditched me while i went the little exhibitions above the cloister. and HEY i found who wants to talk to me in france, in french. OLD PEOPLE. dude talked to me forever when he realized i was the only one who had interest in all he knew about Francis and all o them people. he even clapped me on the back when i correctly identified Bernardino of Siena. AND informed me of this

Italians contributed- art and architecture
Germans contributed- music
The French contributed- literature
Americans? ZERO

just so all y'all know, the old world still wants to keep us down. p.s. i have had so many people over thirty laugh at my pants with the holes in the knees. current count: cleaning lady, maintenance worker, guy in car, and today the program director of uh, my program. they point and laugh so well, the french.

so nice was full of some fine cliches, some fine unexpected old man conversation, and some fine fish dumped in batter. not bad i'd say.