Not so nice in Nice?

Not so nice to be in Nice.  Nice turned out to be expensive so we only booked one night here.  It was all we needed in the end anyways, since we'd already had beach time in Barcelona and it's not a very large city; we saw it all on foot.     When we arrived it was easy to find the hostel, it was incredibly close to the train.  The air smelled of fresh rain, but we've still managed to have a completely sunny 2 weeks *touch wood* The hostel was our worst yet.  We arrived at 'Nice Art Hostel' just at 7 and they almost didn't let us check in.  our room had a bathroom that I couldn't stand in without hitting my head and had no door; I could see the face of my (supposedly) sleeping stranger roommate as I peed.   One wall had a double window/door (I'm not quite sure what you would consider it) that opened inwards, looking into an enclosed area, that (looking up) was the walls of other buildings, and filled with garbage, an old toilet and other furniture and flies. It was lined with like a thin chicken coop wire instead of normal window mesh.   There was no breakfast included and no ac anywhere in the hostel, but at least they also didn't include cockroaches mice nor bedbugs.   The only roommate we met was a dancer, and she went to bed hungover as we quickly went back out in search of food.  We never spoke to her again, she was still sleeping when we woke up and left this morning.  We walked down our street in the direction of the ocean, and got heckled at Least 20 times in 10 minutes, Either with Rude comments or kissing noises.  We kept up our 'dead pan' faces an our 'tunnel vision', beginning to get frustrated at the lack of suitable restaurants to escape to.    After a 12 hour day of train rides, with only special k bars and apples in my bag and no time to grab food on transfers, I was nearly in tears with hunger and already hated nice, with a grimy hostel, unavoidable and very humid heat, and no good food.  Lucky we kept walking though, cause we happened upon a market area lined with restaurants. Many were too fancy/expensive for our liking, but we decided on a kabab place mostly because it would be served immediately instead of waiting for our order.  It ended up being gross in my opinion(not bayes), very much unlike the shawarmas from home I was expecting/hoping for, and I couldnt stomach the whole thing.  I ended up getting an amazing Ferraro Rocher ice-cream later, but still went to bed hungry.   After our falafels on the beach our impressions of nice quickly changed.  Before, we were on a bad street and now that we had seen the coast we soak it up for all it's worth.   After a few photos (okay a shittonne) capturing the cute houses over a coast with the bluest water, we walked along  until we found ourselves encircled (literally) by rollerbladers.  We perched on the railing of the sidewalk and watched for nearly half an hour watching both adults and kids turn tricks on their rollerblades through a line of tiny pilons.  They would rapidly weave in and out on one foot, criss cross their feet while skating backwards, and coolest of all, one of the guys was only about 6 or 7 years old.  We walked more along the coast until it got dark, thn followed a huge shopping street home to our hostel (thank goodness everything was closed by then, cause I looked for way too long in each store window).   We even stopped and highjacked a code from a strangers receipt to use the mcdonald's bathrooms so we didnt have to go back to use our doorless one.   Day two in nice we did more walking through the small streets and markets and climbed to a lookout point before heading for our 1230 train.   I write this as I sit (bored because I've whipped through the hunger games trilogy and dont have Internet to download a new book yet) on the train from Milan to Florence (or firenze as it's actually called).  It's 840pm and until about half an hour ago I had been in a constant sweat for 48 hours.  (this is the first train on today's trip that has ac, and our hostel didn't either).  I don't know how badly I reek, but I havent showered since the night before we left Madrid... So only Tuesday night and is now Thursday... But I still feel bad for the people who sit near me. I'm actually looking forward to doing my laundry (still by hand) at the hostel tonight   Go me! Now time to break out the Italian phrasebook.