It was with bleary eyes we bundled into the car for another day trip. This time we left the quaint French villages behind and headed to the bustling cities by the coast, starting with Nice. It was the perfect day for it with no storms in sight and it was a very pleasant drive to Nice, despite the peculiar outburst from the Satnav lady as she tried to master French. I think she needs to go back and have a few more lessons or invest in Rosetta Stone! Still, we arrived in one piece in the centre of Nice and then had to survive finding a parking place. We ended up in a very peculiar underground parking with lots of fluorescent lighting which would have looked apt in a nightclub.
Thankfully, after squeezing the car through some very narrow tunnels, we found a parking space and spent a good while trying to find a door that wasn’t locked so that we could actually leave the car park. Somehow, a day in a Nice car park didn’t seem very appealing. No matter how ‘nice’ it was!
We finally descended into glorious sunshine and began to absorb the bustling atmosphere of the city.
It was quite a change to the other French villages we had visited. It was like having spent many years in the countryside only to discover massive cities still existed! After exploring the local markets filled with lots of delicious food and eccentric trinkets our stomachs directed us to a lovely café where we got to enjoy coffee and croissants whilst people watching.
Re-fuelled, we emerged ourselves in the markets once more.
Although I think the dogs of the market had the right idea by finding tables to sleep under as it had already become swelteringly hot. Somehow I don’t think I would have gotten away with this!
This didn’t stop everyone enjoying the market or a few renegade stalls from setting up and then running away whenever the French police came near. Luckily, they were only transporting hats and nothing heavier!
We explored that narrow, windy streets of Nice which were bustling with shoppers and people eating lunch. There were some amazing stores filled with spices, sweets and pottery.
We then walked along the Promenade d’Anglaise and got to watch all the people swimming in the crystal waters with envy as we were almost at melting point. It was also here that we discovered where all the runners in France were! There were hundreds of them compared to when I go out and don’t pass anyone!
We decided that , even though we had set out to walk up to the rooftops of Nice, we just couldn’t make it. I was almost tempted to join the line of cyclist and runners waiting their turn for a dunk under the water fountain but I didn’t think I had earnt it as much as they had. So we retreated, past the Boules competition between Nice and Monaco, and headed to the Hotel Negresco. Alas, no comfort was to be sought there in there merry-go-round themed café as only guests were allowed to enter. Reluctantly we went back to the car where we had to press the help button just to be let in again! We then set off on our next adventure for that day….