Somehow admit it annoys me because it will no longer sleeping at first, but the Nice attended by about forty , lived there my parents and myself in the past I have resided permanently for a decade. I love this city, the Baie des Anges is a landscape that in my heart and I find a thread of continuity between Varna, Tel Aviv and Nice, places of my story, all three facing the water, large enough to offer services and opportunities as a metropolis, but on a human scale, so many things possible walk, life seems to flow more to the roads in the interior, filled with Mediterranean atmosphere. If Milan is modest and secret corners of her charm hidden inside patios and courtyards from the road that does not reveal anything, like many other seaside towns Nice sunny and generous, just go in and look around. Modern tourism, the first mass-elite and then was born right here in the Riviera, and not always the case we breathe air holiday, every day seems festive, even when it is not, people work but is not there, the shops open at ten in the morning, warm croissants for breakfast or lunch in the office wear on bistro sidewalks chatting with friends or colleagues and everything is open on Sunday. I love Massena High School, a historic building testimony of "French grandeur" with its exquisite turquoise tiled and its library from the magnificent parquet, I wonder if students realize their fortune in study in such a beautiful place,
and parking that lies ahead because most do not see what's the use, as covered by a lush garden terrace. On the roof you can walk and there are hardly any, perhaps is not known. I like the decorations of many old mansions and all those trompe l'oeil paintings on the facades of the houses. One in particular is dear to me because it raised the 'interest of my from small children who did not understand be a simple design; passing car on the waterfront at the Quai des Ponchettes I said that poor-master, paint touch-even when it rains.
I love the monastery in the hills of Cimiez with his silence and the beautiful garden all year round, but sumptuous in the season of roses Cours Saleya flower and of course , the market of the old city, on Monday, antiques, flower market, fruit and vegetables the other day. The square in front of the beautiful building of the Prefecture is farmers of the area: there are the farmer's market with fresh herbs, some freshly picked lettuce and full of earth, olives, honey, goat's cheese. The vendors of the stalls of old stuff you always Events include the table in full regalia complete with white tablecloths and lavish dinners, concertinas catch tourists, crowded restaurants and socca, local porridge, at will. You are in France, you see and hear.
Few attend Baumettes Hill, Sin, hides beautiful villas, buildings and even a castle, and is very central, five minutes walk from Boulevard Gambetta and from the sea and offers a sumptuous villa of end 800 the Museum of Fine Arts Jules Cheret , the city's oldest, formed with deposits of state desired by Napoleon III in the back and a tiny garden full of charm.
The beach promenade is immense. crowded and full of stones, I never go there, but behind the port, where ferries leave for Corsica is another thing, do not you feel more in the city. There is the old boat club simple and unpretentious, a little beach building, the wonderful seminar (the priests if they wish), an old building on a trampoline and a rock in the summer serve as a romantic restaurant and bar (one table overlooking the sea, how many times I dreamed of being asked) and above all, from Coco Beach, the coastal path , walk among the rocks, suspended between land and sea. It 's the Nice I love the most.
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