Nice or Nice?

After a lovely, peaceful sleep and awakening to birdsong (no I am not just being poetic – this is true) we got ready for a day in Nice.

We had been advised not to drive so found out which bus we had to take and made our way along the approx 1hour journey for 1€ each.

Upon arriving we first went to tourist info – map as usual as we as trying to find out where the UPS depot was (Seems Jim couldn’t find the address) to pick up Dave’s replacement credit card (see Gap entry for why he needed it). Turns out it was a long way out of town and with no car we quickly postponed that job until tomorrow.

Dave at the cave Bianchi wine bar

The streets of Nice

The beaches of Nice turned out to be not nearly as “nice” as those in Cannes. So much so, we nearly got back on the bus to back the other way, but we persisted checking out the cute shopping streets packed with lavender stuff, soaps, bath salts, shabby chic stuff and more antique markets.

Afterwards we decided to see what laying on a rock beach is really like – no one seemed to be groaning in pain, so how bad could it really be? Well not as bad as it looked, but it was still probably one of the least comfortable beaches I’ve ever lay on.

Dave hit the water – another obstacle here is the pain of walking in and out of the beach break. People kept their shoes on until they reached the edge or went swimming in those neoprene rock shoes. It was funny watching everyone stumble and often fall and be collected by a wave on their way out, especially the girls trying to look very chic.

Us at the beach

Comfort at its best.... Well its kinda like a massage... sort of...

Nice the city was quite nice (haha) but definitely not as glamorous as Cannes.

Once back in Antibes we headed out for dinner at Chez Marguerite, in the Place de Gaul where we had a last French meal for a little while. WE were entertained by Capo-era performers. A great night out!

Mussels for Daves muscles

Antibe bay