|Promenade des Anglais during la Belle-Epoque (mid 1830s)|
In the late 19th century, England’s Queen Victoria loved Nice so much that she had a whole wing of the then-famous Regina hotel built just for her and her entourage. It has since then been converted into private residences but I was lucky to walk past it the day I visited Cimiez hill. European aristocrats, wealthy Russians soon followed in England’s footsteps. Once Nice became French in 1860, Napoleon III and his wife, l’Impératrice Eugénie, loved staying here. The Empress is credited for bringing exotic plants to Nice. Merci, Eugénie. Nice would not be the same without those majestic palm trees.
After WWII, more people had time and money to travel in the summer. In 1936, France introduced new, progressive legislation, thus enabling workers to enjoy two weeks of paid vacation a year: les Congés payés. Mass tourism was born.
|Jean Klissac, Les Congés Payés (1982)|
A true melting pot, Nissa la Bella (Nice the Beautiful) has continued offering hospitality to all. Tourists. Immigrants. Pieds Noirs(*) This is one of my favorite things about this city.
Another reason to love Nice: The city strikes me as democratic, in the true sense of the word. Along the French Riviera, glitzy towns like Saint-Tropez and Cannes, and even more so Monaco display good looks galore, yet they could be referred to as “bling-bling.” It is not a compliment. Former French president Nicolas Sarkozy found out the hard way when the French started referring to him as Le président bling-bling after his election. They were mocking his ostentatious display of flashy, expensive items and his affluent lifestyle. In France, it is not in good taste to show off wealth if you have it.
Don’t get me wrong, Nice offers plenty of bling-bling if opulence is what you are looking for. An evening stroll on la Prom (la Promenade des Anglais) always guarantees an entertaining show. Fancy hotels, fancy cars, fancy people. You get the picture.
|Le Negresco: Nice’s fanciest hotel – Promenade des Anglais|
|A friendly waiter took me on a private tour of the Negresco hotel:
The stained glass ceiling in the Salon Royal was designed by Gustave Eiffel
|One of the world’s two chandeliers of its kind:
Made of Baccarat crystal (the other one is inside the Kremlin)
|Nice’s “other palace”: Le Palais de la Méditerranée
The art deco building was originally a casino. It reopened in 2004.
In Nice, the bling-bling crowd and regular people (locals and tourists, families, backpackers, aspiring artists,) live side by side, or so it seems. For each private beach access such as the one pictured at the top of this story, there is also a public beach, right next to it. And they are separated by a very small fence.
|Nice public beach at 8:00pm – Promenade des Anglais|
|Volley ball court – Public beach|
When I decided to go and lay down on the beach on Saturday (in 95F degree heat, this seemed like a reasonable thing to do,) I went and rented my comfortable lounge chair at one of the private beaches. This got me off the famous Nice pebbles, and entitled me to excellent service from a few friendly cabana boys. I did not even have to break the bank.
|14 Euros (20 USD) got me a chair, an umbrella,
and a place to change for the day
Just so this story does not appear too blatantly pro-Nice – Quoi? Biased, moi? – let me make one complaint here. I do not like pebbled beaches. I tried walking on the beach along la Baie des Anges (the Bay of Angels) and failed. I even twisted my ankle a few times. I did not see one single child playing on the beach: There is no sand. I watched as swimmers tried to come out of the warm Mediterranean in a dignified manner. To no avail. They slipped on the pebbles, rocked by the surf, and kept falling back in. Good thing Nice’s neighbor Villefranche-sur-Mer has beautiful sandy beaches. That’s where I would swim if I lived here! I guess Nice isn’t perfect after all. That’s ok. I forgive you, Nice.
Not to worry. Nice has more assets up her sleeve: For those of us who do not spend all their vacation time laying in the sun, but who enjoy exploring, shopping, people and building-watching, the city offers an appealing selection of options. I have already taken you on a few of my little sightseeing adventures. There were a few more (a trip to the mythical Provençal village of Saint Paul de Vence; a visit to Nice’s next door neighbor, lovely Villefranche-sur-Mer.)
|French Girl in her best “tourist impersonation” –
Villefranche-sur-Mer rade (harbor)
If I were to list more reasons to love downtown Nice, I would say that this is a city to be enjoyed in all seasons. When the weather inevitably cools off in late fall, there are free museums all over town.
I have been fascinated with the variety of local styles and colors. If the city is picturesque in the daytime, it literally shines at night. To top it all, staying in Nice feels like having one foot in France, and one foot in Italy. Pretty incroyable!
|La Place Masséna (Massena Square): colorful and 100% pedestrian friendly|
|7 statues representing 7 continents:
They tower above Place Massena while changing colors
|Old Town: Cathedral of St. Réparate (named after Nice’s patron saint)|
|The Ducal palace, former home of the Kings of Sardinia
(the city’s Italian rulers until 1860)
|In love with colorful Nice façades|
I am so happy my modest fifth-floor, no elevator, 272 square feet studio was located in the heart of le Vieux Nice. No hotel can match the benefits of renting your own place. If you stay in a city for a few days, living in the heart of a local neighborhood will make you feel like you belong. Fancy resorts have their fancy perks, but one of their main drawbacks is to cut you off from the diversity of local life.
The Old Town is a very special place. From my little window (it remained wide open the whole time I was there,) I could hear the neighborhood waking up in the morning, the chatter of the restaurant’s patrons in front of my building, the church bells ringing late afternoon. Ah, city life. My personal bliss. Another perk: Vehicle traffic is prohibited in all of the Old Town. Imagine the luxury.
|The Old Town at its most photogenic|
|Glorious colors in the sunset: Matisse lived here in the 1920s|
|France or Italy?|
Nice offers excellent food options. My landlord recommended a few reliable addresses in town. I chose to have some of my meals in the studio. I avoided dinnertime crowds and was able to splurge at some well-known restaurants along the way, Château Eza in Eze, la Mère Germaine in Villefranche-sur-Mer.
|La Mère Germaine, Villefranche-sur-Mer|
|Calamari “a la plancha,” on a bed of greens and chanterelles… Délicieux!|
My favorite breakfast joint in the Old Town, one block from the studio
Shopping is another good reason to love Nice. The district between la place Masséna and la rue Jean Médecin is shopper Heaven. From boutiques to favorite chain stores, Nice has it all. An indoor shopping center (Nice-Etoile,) a worthy local branch of the famed Parisian department store les Galeries Lafayette, la Fnac (books, electronics, movies, music,) high-end boutiques, several Monoprix. Everyone who has lived in France even for a short while knows how much easier life becomes if one lives next to a Monoprix!
|Monoprix: The French city-dweller’s saving grace!|
|I confess to making a few purchases when I saw the new fall collection!|
In case I needed one more reason to love Nice, I was introduced to Cours Saleya the day I arrived, and I made sure I walked through the busy street every day, whatever my destination. After all, all great French cities have a great outdoor market. Nice is no exception. Showcasing a produce and flower market most mornings (Mondays are reserved for antiques), le Cours Saleya becomes even livelier at night when merchant stalls are replaced by restaurant tables. Touristy? Yes, but it is not to be missed.
|Lively Saleya market during the day|
|Produce and flower market on weekdays|
All good things have an end and after spending a week in la Belle Nice, it is time to go home. This has been a special experience for me, one I will treasure in the months to come. I am so happy I came here. I was lucky to get this unique opportunity to relax, write and read (mostly about Nice), and to follow every one of my whims. That, my friends, is true luxury.
If you ever find yourself thousands of miles away from home – alone – you could not dream of a better traveling companion than this city. Fun, energetic, generous, often classy, sometimes saucy: Nice and I got along famously. You may remember I love movies. It is difficult to part with such a special friend. So, I will borrow Humphrey Bogart (Rick Blaine)’s famous line at the end of Casablanca, the 1942 classic: “[Nice], I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
(*) Pieds-Noirs [Black Feet]: French citizens born in the old French colony or protectorates of Algeria, Morocco and Tunisia. They had to move back to the homeland, France, when those countries gained their independence between 1954 and 1962. Leaving their lives and possessions behind, many Pieds-Noirs settled in Southern France because of the warm weather. This proved a stressful and painful experience for many. My father and his family came from Boufarik, Algeria, and settled in the Toulouse area in 1962.