Eze

We said goodbye to Josh and Stephen at the tram and continued on to the bus station. There we took the 82 bus to Eze Village with about 20 others. Two stops later, still in Nice, a huge crowd of 40 or 50 people crowded onto the bus. While we sat in comfort, admiring the increasingly stunning views,  they all stood wedged together. I would have felt uncomfortable if I hadn't been feeling so smug.

Our route was along the famous Moyenne Corniche. This is a road of spectacular views and fast curves. 

Once in Eze we climbed up through the village, past the now familiar collection of art studios and restaurants.

We reached the Jardin Exotique above the village, famous for its views. We were able to look back along the road, across the town, and along the coastline.

We walked back down through the village. At the bottom, the Sunday Market was in full swing. This guy was selling nougat.

After second breakfast we caught a bus back to Nice. The driver was a good 25 minutes late, but made up time by pretending he was James Bond driving an Aston Martin.

Back in Nice, we had an easy afternoon and then a last evening walk through the old town to the Promenade des Anglais. This sculpture celebrates the blue chairs which are a symbol of the city.