nice is nice . . . & la belle, chanté rondelley
Nice, France is a short train ride from Antibes, maybe 30 minutes. Walking to the vieille ville of Nice (Old Town) is 20 minutes or so from the train station. Not in the walking mood? Pressed for time? Take the tram which costs one euro.
I never tire of going to the Vieille Ville, à Vieux Nice. Like Vieil Antibes its streets are narrow, wanting sunlight but rich in yellows and oranges. They are like a maze, but it is hard to become lost. (Click on any photo to see it larger and in more detail.)
I went to Nice the other day. It is the carnival season. Grandstands have been built. Wonderful large ‘puppets’ sit quietly and wait for the evening when they come alive and parade in front of the crowds. Several human sculptures want to embrace you or to cheer you. Elaborate monsters creep along the streets, too. (Click on any photo to see it larger and in more detail.)
Those huge puppets go away at the end of the carnival. They are put into storage or torn apart.
In Vieux Nice, small figures–well, not small, but the size of humans–remain a fixture. They are outside of restaurants. They greet customers, and draw attention to the menus and to the seating inside or outside on the terraces. (Click on any photo to see it larger and in more detail.)