I arrived in Nice with my scarf, jacket and three layers of clothing to what was most definitely a hot summers day on le Cote d’Azur – peeling off layers as I walked the 100m to my hotel.
My heart then sank, there was construction as far as I could see, piles of concrete, jackhammers and dirt covering the main and adjacent streets close to the station. French Riviera indeed.
It turned out the construction work was more completecloser to the beach, old slabs of concrete replaced by new tiles, and I cheered up once I began to explore the wide streets filled with restaurants, cafes and hops surrounding the new ‘Place Messena’. I had a cheap meal of ‘all you can eat mussels’ – so fresh you could still taste the salt water – and wandered around before the journey through the construction back up to the hotel.
The following morning was Sunday and therefore nothing was open except the food markets – the fresh fruit so amazing – and church. So with a lack of anything else to do, I attended both and went to the beach for the afternoon, a relaxing Sunday.
-Sarah
Sarah