Nice, or Nice Ville as the crusty train voice mutters is a an awesome place to wander around as it almost has a little bit of everything on offer. I spent some time dock walking in Nice, but it's nothing to decidedly important to discuss, as the port is rather small and un-amusing. However the walks , yes there were many, too and from the port was where the real enticement happened. Apart from dock walking Nice was also a common stop off for us who wanted to do some shopping, some breakfast in it's neat cafe's and some very necessary girls day activities.
As always whats a photo browse / text read on my blog without an accompanying song to connect all the dots and spots together. Here is a classic, ' feel-jumpy in a good way and possibly shake a shoulder with accompanying head bop '.
A little advice, when in France, listen to some French house music.. songs like these make them train rides so much sweeter and the long walks in unknown streets that much more pleasant.
Walking down from the train station and down to the high street, without fail I almost double-take whenever I see the tram cruising up and down. One of the most iconic things about Nice for me by far, it takes you up and down for one euro a pop, it moves at a sneaky pace but you can almost always cross the road without losing your swag mid-way.
After passing all the shops you get to an amazing square, people watching potential for days as the French version of rickshaws nip past you and yappy dogs tangle up their owners in their leashes.
Passing the large fountain in the square a few more steps and you are on the promenade. Rental shops for both bicycles and rollerblades try entice you by throwing in a free Powerade with your 7 Euro rental fee.
The promenade is an epic little world of it's own, miniature trains, children crying over melted ice-cream and daredevil cyclists. Who almost take you out, because for the eighth time you forgot there was a designated bike lane, that you are now trapped in the middle of, as the Tour de Promenade happens around you.
Carry on a little further and you reach the port.
As mentioned earlier the port was never really anything to 'funtastic' for us, it was the craziness that we found behind every corner partnered with the popular european stores we felt more than comfortable in. The busy long street has many shops o wander in and out of and clothes that make you wish you hadn't eaten that last baguette. In and amongst the shops you come across an awesome old French church, the space it dominates is breathtaking and you suddenly forget where you are until you hear the sound of the tram rushing past.
One thing that is really cool to do is meander off the high street from time to time, discoveries such as the Nice old Town, a beauty school with 10 euro pedicures and cheaper coffees are what are in store. Here are shots of such activities and such and such.
Nice, as my title states, you are Nice, so Nice. I will return to you soon without a doubt and hopefully make it to one or two of your beach parties I keep getting FOMO over. Just one suggestion, please run trains at later times through to Antibes, the 60 Euro taxi's have lost their charm, 3 rides ago.
Until then, its Nice to be Nice.
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