It’s hard to avoid making bad puns on this city’s name, and even harder to make them funny in print or out loud.
It was a nice day for wandering with the camera through the nice streets and museums of Nice.
First, may we congratulate Cote d’Azur public transport? With a EUR1.50 ‘Solo’ ticket we can travel anywhere in the area, hopping on and off any tram or bus for 72 minutes. That odd figure sounds as if a committee couldn’t decide between an hour and 90 minutes as the fairest time frame and negotiated 72 minutes as the best option. It suited us well, travelling about fifteen minutes into central Nice from the outlying town Villefranche-sur-Mer.
We found ourselves at big yellow Garibaldi Square in Nice.
In front of us was MAMAC, the Museum d’Art Moderne et d’Art Contemporain, so we made it our first port of call.
The permanent collection particularly features work by Yves Klein, Jean Tiguely and Niki de Saint Phalle’s witty colourful Nanas.
The bird’s eye views of Nice from MAMAC’s terrace rooftop made us want to get down in amongst it.
The vieille ville of Nice is a jumble of narrow streets, always charming to us antipodeans.
As rain threatened, we found ourselves umbrella-less outside the Palais Lascaris. ‘Entree libre’ said the sign, so in we ducked.
The palace featured a small collection of interesting musical instruments – viols, cellos, a Pleyel piano and this…
Mevrouw T spent some time trying to buy a useful guidebook to Nice which she found in the palace gift shop. Unfortunately the attendants couldn’t confirm the correct price (despite a phone call to their superiors) and refused to sell it to her. They seemed afraid that if they sold at the wrong price the descendants of the Order of Malta who once owned the palace would start chopping off hands or heads.
So we were back into the street, guideless… The rain had passed and the market stallholders were packing up for the day. The restaurants were open and a few customers (this is still the quiet season) were enjoying fruits de mer.
Instead we ate our boulangerie pain and Petit Casino fromage and pate on a quiet street corner.
Then we headed out to explore a little more.
Another fine day had left us each EUR1.50 in our pockets, so we were able to travel back to our ‘home’ in Villefranche on a very efficient Cote d’Azur bus.