Every spring, right as I’m getting excited about longer and warmer days, I catch a familiar scent and am hit by a blow of nostalgia. The months I spent in southern France will always provoke fond memories, often initiated by the smell of wisteria or a hearty gust of wind.
But as much as I adored my home away from home in Avignon (I wrote about that belle ville here and here), it was the sunny, Italian feel of Nice that I really fell in love with. So much so that I returned a second time, even when there were so many other regions I could have visited.
The French Riviera town sits between Cannes and Monte Carlo, Monaco. And somewhere between Cannes and Nice, the sand fades into smooth, oval-shaped rocks. (I suggest taking a mat, not just a towel, when you head to the beach.)
While the vivid blue water is a major factor in Nice’s allure, my friends and I fell deeply in love with Vieille Ville (Old Town). The narrow streets glow in the warm hues of the buildings towering over them, with twists that might turn down either another alley or open onto a bustling plaza filled with restaurants, markets or, my favorite, Glacier Fenocchio ice cream.
It’s been three years since my last visit to Nice. After looking through some of these photos, how could I not be dreaming of my return to the Riviera?
All photos by Hallie Rybka.