Nice Nice

In the early hours of this morning we made it home from a wonderful week in Nice. We flew out last Saturday evening, and spent the week based in a small resort: Cros de Cagnes about 15 minutes from the centre of Nice. The “town” we stayed in was lovely, 5 minutes from the train station giving us access up and down the coastline and we had a wonderful view from our apartment: across the road to the sea.

Breakfast everyday was a real treat: we found a boulangerie on the sea front 50 metres from our apartment and we soon settled into a routine with everyday beginning with a two coffees (each) and sharing three pastries, all for just a little over 10 euros.

I took the opportunity to swim daily, the water quickly deepening of a pebble beach. It was rarely flat calm, and on a few occasions, when the wind strengthened, the waves would crash against the shore, enough to deter Becky from swimming much. Both this week, and our fortnight in Greece, have reminded me just how much I just enjoy being in the (warm) sea. My happy place!

We hunted for heart shaped stones

and used the train to explore the coastline, visiting Nice (very Nice), Menton, Antibes, and even a day trip to Italy: Ventimiglia.

It was hot, perhaps at time too hot for exploring the towns and cities we did. We both loved the holiday – an extra, or add on, to our two weeks in Greece, and Becky, in particular, enjoyed trying to recall and use her schoolgirl French from 39 years ago (I struggled with the language – defaulting to Spanish, the realising this was wrong. Once I even found myself using Italian (arrivaderci) – no idea where that came from (this was before we had been to Italy for the day)) But, despite the wonderful art, clean streets and “typically French” architecture, I don’t think it did enough to knock Greece off our number one summer holiday spot.

Whilst we were away, Sam (& Poppy) had stayed at home, so my plants are well watered and the flowers beginning to bloom. After four very different weeks (2 in Greece, Sam’s graduation “week”, and a week in Nice) we are now home know for the rest of the summer, what feels like phase 2 of the summer holidays.

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