We arrived in Nice late Saturday, just past midnight, just in time to deal with the taxi “highway men” at the Nice airport. We had been warned.
They don’t believe in posted fares, we don’t believe in getting ripped off. After a brief stand off, we found a guy to be our taxi driver, who also gave us an overview to the city he obviously loved. Soon we knew why.
They say first impressions are the most important. The ride in from the Nice Airport is along the waterfront. On one side the Mediteranean Sea, on the other a string of classic, high end hotels and residential buildings. The best of the bunch are dramatically lit at night. Yes, Nice is nice.
Only 2 days here and we love the excellent public transit that gets us everywhere quickly and cheaply, and of course, the food and drink. We found a lovely spot in the old town to sip local wine and watch the world walk by. One of the local specialities is Daub, the provencàl beef stew, which is excellent, even better than Greg’s. Their chévre, drizzled with honey and lightly grilled, takes goat cheese to a new level.
Today we hopped a bus to St. Paul de Vence, a walled medieval village that is inland, about an hour out of town in the hills. We were not alone – this may be the most visited village in all of France. Tomorrow, we head up the coast towards Monaco.
this really is southern france
tourist on rue massena
st. paul de vence