She walked us through the old part of Nice. There were lots of pretty buildings. Along the way I learned that Nice had its own, nearly vanished dialect - Savoyard. There were many examples of tromp l'oeil. Only one of the windows in this shot is real.
The Opera House was designed by Garnier with iron decorations by Eiffel - yes that Eiffel.
Nineteenth Century English tourists seem to have made Nice fashionable. I was reminded of Taormina.
Lyn found a flower market. She later abandoned the tour when it involved taking an elevator up the mountain. (It was installed by the ever practical Germans in 1943.) I continued on to see the views.
Reunited at the bottom again, we discovered a tiny place selling socca. This turned out to be delicious. It is a crepe made from chickpea flour and olive oil. It is savoury. You eat it hot with your fingers. That is what Lyn is doing in the opening shot of this blog.
After a nap we went on an evening walk through the park called the Promenade du Paillon and then along the beachfront Promenade des Anglais.
The sight of aircraft flying low over the bay every three minutes or so to land at the airport is fascinating. We made several purchases en route: a towel, a postcard, hair elastics and groceries. Lyn's French continues to be more than useful. Talking to shop assistants gives her great joy.
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