So my girlfriend Christina had told me about this concept before, "the mommy break", but I wasn't sure what it meant. Still it sounded good, and after 3 months of rainy London, I was easily convinced by the idea of Nice...
Hello Nice!
So after dropping Stella off to her grandparents in Paris, we jumped on the French TGV and crossed my home country. Already taking the train without a baby was amazing (ok, yes, we indulged in first class...)
Promising...
We enjoyed our train ride with countless magazines and a lot of junk food. We decided to stay at a Youth Hostel. There, they also had no idea of the concept of mommy break. Doesn't matter. We then treated ourselves with private beaches along the Promenade des Anglais.
Heaven...
Here I am on the Cote d'Azur, for 3 days of sea and sun (yes that's all) and it was just perfect. Sure I missed my kid. But it was wonderful to just hang out on the beach and worry only about what we werer gonna eat at lunch.
Merci Nice!
Note to self: repeat the Mommy break next year, if only to make sure it is really cool (just to check it was not a one time thing...).

















































