One Day in Nice

After an early lunch of the fresh mozzarella (which was incredible, like layers upon layers of soft bread) and tomato salad we’d bought the things for the day before, teamed with some crusty bread from the bakery, we ventured out with foreboding showers in the air. We walked into Nice after attempting some of the hills in Villefranche, where we could look out over the huge cruise liners perched in the harbour. We arrived into Old Nice. Open markets, and narrow lanes filled with clothes, food, and the gelato store that has 96 flavours.

The Nice Jazz festival was on, and performers filled the square for the Jazz Off. We snuck in a visit to the Museum of Contemporary Art to see some of the Kline, Warhol and Christo works, and ended up trailing the most annoying family where the mother insisted on her young children posing with ridiculous gestures in front of every piece of work. This has actually since become a joke amongst the group, so you may see us with some ridiculous gestures in the future...

It was then back to Old Nice for a bit more jazz, and we were planning on having a meal there, until we scanned the noisy tourist trap. We decided to head back to Villefranche for some peace, via Parc du Chateau, for some panoramic views over the city. Happy with our choice, we had a lovely meal out in the garden of a French restaurant, and crossed off a few more local delicacies to the list of things we had wanted to try.