I only have €12 to my name at the moment. And come tomorrow, I'm gonna spend it on backup batteries for my N65 camera, because missing a meal is far preferrable to being up in the Alps with a nonfunctioning camera.
I dunno what Wachovia's playing at. The ATMs here say I have insufficient funds to withdraw, but I really should have €70 left. Luckily I was able to buy pasta and coffee for the weekend. And my parents have promised to send me more tomorrow night.
So in the mean time I'm in one of the number one tourist destinations in the world with no money to spend.
But why cower in the face of capitalism when you can rage against it for free? You know how I said the French don't know anything about protesting? I still maintain that they don't. But the Niçois don't fail quite as hard as the Parisians.
I saw the manifestants gathering in the plaza near the beach on Avenue Jean Medecine, Nice's main street as I walked to the shoreline. About an hour later I came back just as they were beginning to march. And so we marched for a few hours. And it was fun. Something to do.
The beaches here are cool, but way too crowded for me. I haven't seen water this blue since Costa Rica, and I desperately wanted to go in, but, no money for a swimsuit and no one to watch my camera.
At dinner I met Bella, an international wedding photographer from Australia who just finished a shoot in Paris. We chatted about photos for a while.
Once again, I am starved for the company of nerds.
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