(Yes, I know, the last post was from Glasgow, but there’s so much to tell about our time in France, I’m skipping about here.)
We’re not generally fans of large cities, specially touristy places like Nice. But there were some things we really wanted to see so we returned the car early and booked a hotel in the city center.
We’d driven through Nice on our way to Villa Ephrussi in Cap Ferrat, and there was no way we were doing that again! Wayne’s driven in Paris, for heaven’s sakes, but those Nice drivers were another breed. Someone told us it was the proximity to Italy…or to Italian drivers? But in Nice they seem to drive and park wherever they want.
Anyhow, we really liked Nice!
The city was founded in 350 BC, and was not formally part of France until 1860. The Greeks, the Romans, the French have all left their mark. But like many other cities we’ve visited in France, Nice is a vibrant mix of old and new. And there’s art everywhere.
Even the tiles in Place Massena, pictured in the heading photo, are arranged in an artistic pattern.
But sometimes you have to look up, way up, to really see. Being on the short side, and always on the lookout for dog poop (because too many French simply don’t pick up after their dogs…yuck!), I often forget to do just that.
Our school-age grandkids are all in French Immersion, so books for each made sense. And even 18-month old Brody could have his board book read to him by older brother Josh or Dylan. As luck would have it there was a Festival des Livres going on, complete with authors signing their books.
But back to Nice art…
A la prochaine!
(Till next time!)