I can't believe we've been in Nice for nearly a week now. It's hot but not unbearably so, thanks to the gentle breeze from the sea. Sunbathing isn't my kind of thing and swimming in the sea when I can't see the bottom scares the crap out of me. BUT.....there's something magical gazing at the sunset by the beach and strolling down the busy promenade in the evening.
Yesterday, I managed to convince the husband and Lil L to walk down the long stretch of the Promenade des Anglaise in the hot afternoon sun to Le Port where the gazillionaires park their super yachts and fly in via helicopter. We collapsed at an Irish pub (it's a familiar life source) and parked our derrières outside only to discover an hour later that they have lovely A/C inside along with free wi-fi. Pfffffft. We each whipped out our electronic gadgets and instagrammed (me)/youTubed (Lil L) /emailed (hubs) like mad. I know....pretty sad. My name is Marlene. I'm an internet addict. It has been 4 hours and 25 minutes since I last logged in.
Along the way, we managed to get an eyeful of topless ladies going about their suntanning routine. I blushed and turned my head so quickly, I nearly got myself a whiplash. I guess perky or not, there's no shame in letting them all hang loose.
See those tomatoes in the photo? Yes, €14.95 a kilo. I was the idiot who bought 4 tomatoes for €5.45. 4 tomatoes!! You'd think they have been infused with edible diamonds or something similar. They tasted......b l a n d. The next day, I went to the local supermarket and bought a punnet of the incredibly sweet cherry tomatoes for €2.25. Expensive doesn't mean good. Lesson learned.
An Hermes Kelly, a cute dog, Hermes Oran sandals and a panama hat.....how could I not covertly photograph this elegant lady? Panama hats and St Tropez leather sandals are a must here. The general (totally generalizing here) fashion sense in Nice is poles apart from Paris. Colors. Lots of colors. And whites. And tight, tight, tight. Low down the front (it's all about the cleavage) and bottoms get shorter and the two shall meet somewhere in the middle.
I enjoy cooking especially when there's plenty of fresh produce. We've been eating in more often than out. I adore popping down to the local boulangerie everyday for my crusty bread and the grocer who stocks incredible cheeses, fresh fruits and vegetables. I thought I'd try figs, ricotta and walnuts, drizzled with local Provençal lavender honey (thank you Amanda for the inspiration). Divine! I've got a ton of photos that I can't wait to share. We're off to explore other parts of the French Riviera tomorrow.