We are now in our third exchange, this time at an apartment in the centre of Nice. We were sorry to leave our last one as we loved the house and the local area. On our last day, we went to visit this bookshop in Le Somail, which claims to have 50,000 books. It was quite impressive to see such a place in the small village:
Then we had a degustation at the chateau at Ventenac, and bought some wine:
For our last dinner, Helene baked a beautiful chocolate cake:
But our disappointment at leaving was somewhat reduced by the fact that we would be spending the night at one of our favourite places - Cassis. Unfortunately the Cassitel hotel was booked out, which is where Virginia Woolf stayed in the late 1920s, while her sister Vanessa took a villa in the town:
We did find a vacancy at another hotel a few minutes' walk from the harbour and that night we wanted to try the bouillabaise for which the area is famous. Not far from our table, a fisherman was casting his line:
The bouillabaise was spectacular:
After a lovely night in Cassis, we carried onto Nice. We are in a light airy apartment on top of an old building, and we can see this amazing sculpture from our bedroom window:
This is the view from the kitchen balcony. I love the air of decaying grandeur of the buildings around us:
This morning, I walked down to the beachfront, where the morning haze had not lifted, but it was free of the crowds that come later in the day:
My main purpose for venturing out so early was to make a trip to the Cours Saleya flower market, which opens at 6am every day except Monday when it becomes an antique market:
I didn't buy any flowers, though. About half of the market is taken up with fruit and vegetables, some of which I bought from this lovely lady:
Then we had a degustation at the chateau at Ventenac, and bought some wine:
For our last dinner, Helene baked a beautiful chocolate cake:
But our disappointment at leaving was somewhat reduced by the fact that we would be spending the night at one of our favourite places - Cassis. Unfortunately the Cassitel hotel was booked out, which is where Virginia Woolf stayed in the late 1920s, while her sister Vanessa took a villa in the town:
We did find a vacancy at another hotel a few minutes' walk from the harbour and that night we wanted to try the bouillabaise for which the area is famous. Not far from our table, a fisherman was casting his line:
The bouillabaise was spectacular:
After a lovely night in Cassis, we carried onto Nice. We are in a light airy apartment on top of an old building, and we can see this amazing sculpture from our bedroom window:
This is the view from the kitchen balcony. I love the air of decaying grandeur of the buildings around us:
This morning, I walked down to the beachfront, where the morning haze had not lifted, but it was free of the crowds that come later in the day:
My main purpose for venturing out so early was to make a trip to the Cours Saleya flower market, which opens at 6am every day except Monday when it becomes an antique market:
I didn't buy any flowers, though. About half of the market is taken up with fruit and vegetables, some of which I bought from this lovely lady:
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