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>The story of almost getting lost in the south of France.
>When I went to Nice, I took a train by mistake and it went to the end of Monaco, one step before the Italian border. When I tried to go back, the next train at this deserted station, which only stops at each stop, was two hours away. When you leave the station, there is no one there.
>There are no taxis. Or rather, there is nothing. There is only nature and the beautiful cobalt blue sea.
>You have three and a half hours until your flight to Paris. There is no time!
>I forgot that the Wi-Fi I had with me could only be used in France, and I didn't know where I was. From there, I returned to Nice and made it home to Paris just in time to catch my flight. Miracle.
>On the way, we entered the city of Monaco, sweating from the precipitous cliffs, the beast road that looked like a bear or a snake might come out, the hundreds of steps, the road that wasn't a road, the temperature in the middle of summer, the station was at the top of the city, so we had to climb the slopes as high as we could go.
>It was an unforgettable ordeal.
