Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Nissa La Bella

When a best friend moves to the South of France indefinitely, two things spring to mind:
1) How many times is it acceptable to fly out to see her in a month?
2) How can I move out there too??!

The first time me and the girls could get away was last weekend. We got a really early flight to Nice which meant touching down just as the locals appeared for croissants and coffee (stereotype, me?)




It was the first time I'd been to the South of France, and I can't wait to get back to Nice. It's beautiful.

After breakfast we made our way to Monaco for lunch (as one does on a Friday...)





I'd take Nice over Monaco any day, but that's another story...

If you're only in Nice for a short stay and you love food, wine & a good bit of culture, I'd recommend doing the A Taste of Nice food & wine tour. I had one of the funniest days of my life, weaving in and out of bakeries, restaurants and food markets in Nice Old Town.











Our guide, Gustav was a top bloke. We were serenaded at lunch by an 88-year-old local man named Jo-Jo, who sang the Nice anthem with so much vigour we thought he was going to collapse. He took two kisses on the cheek as payment, and has imprinted himself on our memories forever!





When you're with your best friends, everywhere feels like home - I know I'll be back for more, Nice!
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