We did go to the 6th and back down to the 5th. Unloaded our stuff and found the elevator, only to discover it stopped 3 floor short of the bottom. We lugged our luggage down to the ground floor. Bill waited outside while I returned the key and signed the papers. When I showed her all the additional damage that had been recorded in Montpellier, she just shrugged and smiled, no problem.
|Another view of Nice.|
Outside, we waited for the homeowner to show up. We had not heard from him, and I must admit we were a little concerned. But, not to worry, at 10:05, up he walked; introduced himself, and surprise! he's American! It was a short way to their apartment building, with Bruce giving us a small tour. "This is a lovely garden you can visit." "This building was Nazi headquarters in WWII." "I think this is one of the most beautiful old buildings in Nice."
Arriving at the apartment, Bruce squishes us all into the tiny elevator, commenting on how it is very dependable having only become stuck once several years ago. Their apartment in on the top floor, #7. Well, wouldn't you know, between 3 and 4 we come to a screeching halt! Bruce pushed the emergency button, then every button, cursing under his breath. Finally an elderly gentleman comes and talks to us, but we aren't sure he understands. I pull out my phone and we call Roxanne who is waiting at the apartment. Then we call the Pompiers, followed by the elevator company.
|Don't clang the metal doors on the elevator!!!|
|The apartment landing with the elevator on the right. The elevator is an old fashioned style with an outer door that swings open and an inner accordian door that pulls back.|
Now we only have 3 1/2 flights of stairs to haul our luggage up. Thank goodness for rollers, but it was still a chore and very noisy. Arriving at their floor, we are met by Roxanne and the two very curious cats, Jack and Tess. Welcome to our Nice Housesit!
|On the penthouse terrace.|