A moment of panic

"WeeFee?"  Colette, the small Frenchwoman, showing us around our 11th AirBnB, looked confused. She was petite and stylish in the way only older French women could be. She didn't think there was any. Colette, was Sam's aunt. Sam, the owner of this one-bedroom flat, is about to deliver, so her aunt was pressed into service.

Being without wifi is almost like being without an appendage.

"We'll find a café," I said in French. She looked relieved.

We poked around the rest of the flat in the Vielle Ville in Nice.

I loved some of the original art work.

One wall was a bas relief.

Or the wonderful piece of pottery.

A handmade book with a welcome done in calligraphy and all the info we needed as tourists for emergency situations.

Original beams.

The first night we didn't want to go out to a restaurant, so Rick went foraging and brought back a wonderful meal. We loved the place except for lack of wifi

 

I looked up from the meal and there on the blackboard I found...

All the information for WiFi or Weefee... It works great.

Now we've had 11 good experiences in AirBnB out of 11.